Cowboy Jacks

In the hushed cool of their tent, Brian and Ethan surrender to the night. Brian straddles Ethan first, pressing his firm ass down to squeeze Ethan's face in a teasing grip, muffling breaths with heated skin. Ethan gasps, hands roaming, as Brian shifts and mounts him from behind. He thrusts deep, rhythmic and unrelenting, until release surges—hot spurts painting Ethan's back in glistening trails. Ethan bucks soon after, his own climax erupting in thick, creamy ropes that splatter the air and ground.