Ethan White fucks Rhys Casey

Ethan White grips Rhys Casey’s hips, his tattoos stark against the sunlight filtering through the trees as he drives deep into the woods, bareback. Rhys moans around Ethan’s cock as he takes it deep, his own fingers working the other’s asshole while their mouths crash together in a rough, open-mouthed kiss. The air smells of damp earth and sweat as Ethan’s grip tightens, his thrusts growing harder, the red-and-blue top he wears clinging to his back.