Derek Spears Plows Jack Waters

Jack Waters wedges himself halfway through the training tire, his ass raised helplessly as Derek Spears chuckles, dropping to his knees behind him. “Need a hand, recruit?” Derek rasps, grinding his cock against Jack’s sweat-damp shorts. Jack twists, lips parting to swallow Derek’s shaft, sucking until the top yanks him free.

Derek strips him bare, tongue plunging into Jack’s hole as the recruit grips the tire’s rim, moans echoing across the field. Derek’s cock replaces his mouth, thrusts rough and urgent, Jack’s knees buckling until he’s pinned against the wall. They relocate to the tire, Jack riding Derek’s dick backward, his own cock bouncing with every bounce.