Ryan Patrick lies spread on seed bags and barrels, his pale skin catching the low light. His uncut cock stands thick in his fist, hole twitching for what’s coming. Race Cooper steps in, dark hands moving straight between those open thighs. Ryan asks if he’s going to open his country hole. Race answers by sliding spit-slick fingers straight in, lips wrapping around Ryan’s cock at the same time. A few strokes later he’s got the lube on his knuckles and drives the whole fist past the tight ring. Ryan’s hole stretches wide around the dark, glistening wrist. Every punch makes his moans come louder. Race’s muscled body rocks with the rhythm, driving deeper. He can’t hold back. He pulls Ryan off the bags, plants him on the dirt, and shoots thick ropes across his face. Ryan answers with his own heavy load, both men breathing hard in the heat they just made.
Ryan Patrick lies spread on seed bags and barrels, his pale skin catching the low light. His uncut cock stands thick in his fist, hole twitching for what’s coming. Race Cooper steps in, dark hands moving straight between those open thighs. Ryan asks if he’s going to open his country hole. Race answers by sliding spit-slick fingers straight in, lips wrapping around Ryan’s cock at the same time. A few strokes later he’s got the lube on his knuckles and drives the whole fist past the tight ring. Ryan’s hole stretches wide around the dark, glistening wrist. Every punch makes his moans come louder. Race’s muscled body rocks with the rhythm, driving deeper. He can’t hold back. He pulls Ryan off the bags, plants him on the dirt, and shoots thick ropes across his face. Ryan answers with his own heavy load, both men breathing hard in the heat they just made.
