Felipe Esquivel fucks Johny Cruz

Felipe Esquivel grips Johny Cruz’s hips hard as he drives deep inside him, the sand shifting beneath their bare feet while the beach wind tugs at their sweat-slicked skin. Johny’s head drops back against the tree trunk, his mouth open for the rough suck of Felipe’s tongue before his fingers slide between his own cheeks, teasing the tight ring. The cloth between them is barely there, just enough to wipe away the salt and sweat before Felipe takes him again, slow and deliberate, his breath ragged against the salt air.