Elder Land & Bishop Gibson

Elder Land grips Bishop Gibson’s hips as he drives into him hard under the showerhead, the water sluicing over their sweat-slicked bodies while Gibson’s fingers dig into the tile. His beard scrapes Elder’s neck as he tilts his head back, letting the water run over his face while Elder’s cock slides in and out, deep and rough. Gibson’s hands grip the wall for leverage, his breath ragged as Elder’s thumb presses against his hole before slipping inside, fingers curling to match the thrusts. They start clothed, end naked, just the two of them, the spray the only witness.