Brad Fitt fucks Tim Walker

Brad Fitt’s broad, tattooed chest presses against Tim Walker’s lean, smooth frame as he grips the wooden bench, fingers already sliding into the tight hole while Walker’s lips lock onto his cock. The blond’s muscular thighs clamp around Fitt’s waist as he drives deep, the bench creaking under their weight, while Walker’s dark hair brushes the deck as he takes every rough thrust. The air smells of sweat and wood as Fitt’s grip tightens, his breath ragged against Walker’s ear, before the first hot rush spills bareback into the tight ass.