Niko Vangelis and Jerome Exupery grip Nils Tatum’s hips as he kneels in the sunlit grass, his broad shoulders straining under the weight of their hands. The blond’s fingers dig into muscle while the bearded one leans forward, his breath hot against the back of Tatum’s neck. His ass is bare, the skin taut and glistening as they pull him down, the first thrust already driving deep.
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