Ricky Roman’s tattooed, dark-haired grip tightens around Cory Kane’s smooth, muscular hips as he slams into him in the thick woods, the underbrush brushing their bare backs. Kane’s head drops back, his mouth open for Ricky’s tongue as fingers dig into his ass, pulling him deeper with every rough thrust. The air smells of damp earth and sweat, the only sounds the wet slap of flesh and Kane’s ragged breaths between Ricky’s relentless fucks and the way his fingers curl into the dirt.
