Max Sargent fucks Johnny Hunter

Max Sargent grips Johnny Hunter’s hips, his beard rough against the stocky frame as he drives into his asshole with slow, deliberate thrusts, the military jacket half-unbuttoned to reveal the taut muscles beneath. Hunter kneels on the red towel, his brown hair falling forward as Sargent’s fingers probe his hole before his tongue laps at the tight ring, then his cock takes over, the stocky body arching under the relentless pace. The bearded man’s grip tightens on Hunter’s waist, his own fist working his cock as the younger man moans into the cloth, fingers digging into the towel to steady himself.