Jesse Jenkins fucks Carl Ross

Jesse Jenkins pins Carl Ross’s tattooed back to the ground, his fingers digging into the smooth muscle while the other man’s hole glistens with spit and a banana peel. Carl’s dark hair flicks against the mat as Jesse’s tongue traces his asshole, then slides inside, fingers joining in before the cock appears, thick, flushed, and waiting for the grip of Jesse’s hand. The woods blur around them as Carl’s breath hitches, his own mouth sealing over Jesse’s shaft.