Jacob and Tom Bacan

Jacob and Tom Bacan kneel in the damp grass, the blond’s fingers digging into the other’s ass while his tongue laps at the tight rim. Tom’s clean-shaven jaw hovers just above the dark-haired man’s hole, his breath hot against the slick flesh before his lips seal around the stretched entrance. A crumpled blue cloth lies beneath them, stained where the blond’s cock presses against the grass, his grip tightening as he guides the other’s mouth down. The woods swallow their moans, the air thick with the scent of pine and sweat as they take turns, bareback, without hesitation.