William Seed lies sprawled in the grass, his dark hair catching the dappled sunlight as Bellamy Bradley kneels between his thighs, fingers already working his hole. Jack Kross stands behind them, gripping his cock and guiding it into Seed’s tight ass with rough, deliberate thrusts while Bradley’s tongue laps at his balls. The woods hum around them, trees framing the sky, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and sweat.
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