Watch: Jakob & Marty

The bearded man grips the wooden bench as the blond presses in, his fingers digging into the rough grain while the other leans forward, lips parting to take him deep. The woods blur behind them, thick branches framing their bodies as one pulls back just enough to let the other’s tongue trace the ridge of his cock. Muscles ripple under smooth skin, the bench creaking under their weight as they shift closer, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and sweat.