Ricky Larkin fucks Grant Ryan

Ricky Larkin grips Grant Ryan’s hips as he drives into him hard, the tape measure wrapped around his waist like a leash, its cold metal biting into skin. Grant’s bearded jaw clenches around Ricky’s cock while his fingers dig into the scaffold’s rough wood, the only sound the wet slap of flesh and the rhythmic creak of the platform. The tape measure snaps taut between them, marking every inch of the thrusts as Ricky’s tattoos flex with each brutal stroke.