Andrew Miller fucks Pax Perry

Andrew Miller drives Pax Perry hard against the trees, his grip on the flag snapping taut as he slams into him from behind, muscles straining, tattoos glinting under the dappled light. Pax takes it deep, his asshole stretched wide as Miller’s fingers tease him open before the thick cock buries itself inside, while his mouth seals around the other man’s cock with rough, desperate suction. The woods swallow their sounds, the only noise the wet slap of flesh and the sharp inhale of air when Pax’s fingers dig into the bark.