Cecil Rose fucks Ares Nikol

Cecil Rose grips Ares Nikol’s arm, his fingers digging into muscle as the bearded man’s cock swells against the couch. The tattoos on his arms ripple when he pulls Nikol down by the wrist, exposing the lean, dark-haired body beneath the camouflage jacket. One hand hovers over his own crotch while the other adjusts the saluting posture, then the jacket slips away, bareback, the first thrust already driving into him.