Dillon Rossi’s blond, smooth skin glistens under the dappled sunlight as he kneels beside Max Ryder, whose broad shoulders and inked arms flex against the damp earth near the water’s edge. Ryder grips Rossi’s hips hard while his mouth seals around the other’s cock, the rhythmic suction sharp and unrelenting, while the distant hum of a parked car fades into the rustling leaves. Their bodies press close, the air thick with the scent of pine and sweat as Rossi’s fingers dig into Ryder’s thighs, guiding the deep, relentless strokes.
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