Nathan Gear & Ashton Bradley

Nathan Gear grips Ashton Bradley’s hips as he drives deep into his asshole, the harness tightening around his waist with every rough thrust while the woods swallow their groans. Ashton’s fingers dig into the damp earth as Nathan’s tongue swipes his hole, the grass clinging to their sweat-slicked skin. A handjob pulls him tight as he takes it bareback, the stone beneath them cold against their burning bodies.