The bearded man with a tattooed chest presses his broad back into the rough bark while the blond kneels, gripping his thick cock with one hand and licking the head with slow, deliberate strokes. His dark hair falls forward as he works the shaft, the sunlight catching the sheen of sweat glistening on their skin. The air smells of pine and salt, the only sound the wet, rhythmic sound of his tongue against flesh.
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