Bishop Angus fucks Ian Levine and Mark Winters

Bishop Angus grips Mark Winters by the hips, his beard rough against the younger man’s bare skin as he slams into him from behind, the red bandana still tied around Ian Levine’s wrists. Mark’s head is pressed into the tree bark, his ass stretched wide as Angus drives deeper, while Ian kneels behind them, his fingers slick with Mark’s cum as he teases his own hole. The woods swallow their groans, the only sound the wet slap of flesh and the breathless gasps of the two bent over the trunk.