Thomas Fiaty fucks Dave Cook

Thomas Fiaty grips Dave Cook’s hips, his lean frame bent over the striped blanket as he drives deep with slow, deliberate thrusts. The grass rustles beneath them while Fiaty’s fingers tease Cook’s asshole, then slide inside as his mouth seals around Cook’s cock, swallowing hard. Cook kneels between Fiaty’s spread legs, his tongue tracing the crack of his ass before Fiaty flips him onto his back, gripping his thighs wide for a rough, unbroken fuck. The air smells of sweat and grass as Fiaty’s breath hitches, his grip tightening on Cook’s waist.