Martin Mazza & Alex Brando

Martin Mazza grips Alex Brando’s hips as he drives deep into his asshole, the woods around them thick with the sound of their ragged breathing. Brando’s tattooed back arches over a gnarled tree stump, his hole stretched wide as Mazza pistons in and out with rough precision. Fingers dig into his waist while lips seal around his asshole, the air thick with the wet slap of skin and the sharp inhale of air between thrusts.