Absolute Arid

Josh Kane pins Anthony Lafont against the rough wooden fence, their bodies grinding in the dim evening light. Josh's hand wraps around Anthony's uncut cock, stroking with firm, teasing pulls that make the foreskin slide back and forth like silk over steel. Anthony gasps, his hips bucking forward. They shift, finding fresh angles—Josh lifts Anthony's leg over the fence rail, opening him up while his mouth descends, sucking hard on the swollen head. Anthony retaliates, dropping to his knees and taking Josh deep into his throat, tongue swirling with expert pressure. His free hand probes lower, fingers slick and insistent, circling Josh's tight ass before pushing in, stretching and thrusting in rhythm with his bobs. These two fuck like they've invented the act itself—raw, relentless, never a dull thrust.