Jimmy Clay grips Jake Bass’s hips as he drives into him, the bearded man’s tattooed arms braced against the rocks while the blond’s thick cock stretches his hole open. Bass moans into Clay’s mouth, his fingers digging into the other’s shoulders as the outdoor light catches the sweat glistening on their skin. The mountains rise behind them, silent witnesses to the way Clay’s grip tightens, pulling Bass harder against him.
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