Jon Shield fucks Runner Hayes

Jon Shield grips Runner Hayes’ hips as he kneels in the damp earth, his beard rough against the other man’s sweat-slicked back while leaves crunch underfoot, bareback, no barrier between them. Runner bends low, tongue tracing the tight ring of his asshole before Jon’s fingers split him open, then his cock drives in hard, the forest floor their only witness. The bearded, tattooed man stands over him, gripping his waist as Runner’s hole clenches around the thick invasion, both of them naked now, the woods their only audience.