Antony Lorca grips Ryan Mckenna’s hips hard as he drives into him deep in the woods, the bark of the leaning tree rough against their backs. Ryan’s fingers dig into the damp earth while Antony’s tongue traces his hole, then slides inside with slow, deliberate pressure. The water nearby glistens under the light, but neither man looks away, only the way Antony’s cock stretches him open, the way Ryan’s breath hitches when he’s finally filled.
