Hunter Marx and Nick Prescott

Sharp-dressed Hunter Marx enters the living room—his attention diverted out the window, where a shirtless Nick Prescott lounges in the pool. Their eyes connect as they share smiles, the two soon stripping down to reveal their hot, hairy bods—Hunter’s boner popping out of his pants. Nick enters the room, drawn in by Hunter. They kiss, their hard cocks jostling. Hunter spits on Nick’s slab before teasing it with his tongue—then takes it in, his own dick throbbing below as he sucks. Nick grips his own balls and feeds them to the sucker, then sucks the hung jock back. Hunter bends over the couch, his hairy hole eaten by the scruffy-faced hunk—who whips his dick on Hunter’s ass. He fucks him from behind, slapping the bottom’s ass. Hunter turns the tables, fucking Nick doggie-style before turning him over—a great overhead shot catching the bottom’s tight bod, Hunter’s hand resting on his pec. Nick strokes as he gets plowed, his hand sliding against Hunter’s hairy stomach before the two shoot their wads.

Hunter Marx and Nick Prescott
Hunter Marx and Nick Prescott
Hunter Marx and Nick Prescott
Hunter Marx and Nick Prescott
Hunter Marx and Nick Prescott
Hunter Marx and Nick Prescott
Hunter Marx and Nick Prescott
Hunter Marx and Nick Prescott
Hunter Marx and Nick Prescott
Hunter Marx and Nick Prescott
Hunter Marx and Nick Prescott
Hunter Marx and Nick Prescott
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