Bareback Ranch

Under the relentless desert sun, Dalton Riley and Caleb Jaxon trek through swirling dust, their laughter echoing off jagged rocks. A playful shove turns fierce—bodies collide, wrestling in the gritty road. They tumble down, limbs entangled, breaths hot and ragged. Dalton's tight jeans slide low, unleashing his fat, throbbing cock and heavy, swinging balls that slap against sun-baked earth. Caleb dives in without hesitation, lips wrapping greedily around the pulsing length, sucking deep with hungry moans that vibrate through Dalton's core. They stumble back to the secluded spread, dust clinging to sweat-slick skin. Caleb spreads his legs wide on the worn blanket, ass offered up like a siren's call. Dalton thrusts in bare, relentless, stretching that tight hole with every pounding drive. No mercy, just raw rhythm—Dalton's hips snap forward, burying himself balls-deep in Caleb's cum-sloppy depths. Sweat beads, muscles flex, and the air thickens with their grunts. Dalton unloads at last, flooding Caleb's ass with thick ropes of spunk that drip hot and messy. The well-plowed bottom arches, then erupts—his own impressive load blasts across his chest in sticky arcs, a triumphant release under the wide sky.