Jon Kael and Jeroen Mondrian pin Joaquin Arrenas down on a blanket in the woods, his muscular frame pressing him into the ground as the blond grips his hips and the bearded one works his hole with rough precision. The dark-haired one on top drives deep, his fingers already slick with Arrenas’ slickness as the other latches onto his throat, teeth sinking into flesh. Their bodies move in unison, one pulling, the other shoving, until Arrenas arches, his ass clenching around the cock buried inside him.
