Cain and Gusti

The bearded man kneels in the sunlit pool, his lean body angled toward the other’s waiting ass as fingers probe deep. Dark hair glistens wet, one hand gripping the edge while the other pulls back the taut cheeks, no hesitation, just the sharp thrust of a tongue against slick flesh. The other stands bent over the water’s edge, his hole stretched open by the first slow, deliberate fuck, the sound of skin slapping wet as the bearded one drives in.