Johnny B grips Scott Finn’s shoulders, his camouflage-clad chest pressed hard against the other’s bare skin as they kiss, the tattoos on Finn’s arms tracing the lines of his muscles. The bearded one strips off his shirt first, revealing a chest covered in ink, while Finn’s swim trunks slip down to expose his thick cock. They move between posing for the camera and tearing at each other’s clothes, the only sound the wet slap of skin and the rough breath of men who don’t waste time.
