Dillon Stone fucks Logan Cross

Dillon Stone, broad-shouldered and balding with a red scarf tied tight, pins Logan Cross, lean, dark-haired, and still, against the fabric-walled tent as his mouth seals over the younger man’s asshole. Logan’s fingers dig into the canvas while Dillon’s tongue works the tight ring, then slips inside with two fingers before pulling back to rim the stretched hole. The moment the cock appears, Dillon grips it hard, stroking fast as he lines up and drives into Logan’s ass, the uniform’s stiff fabric the only barrier between them.