Dato Foland pins Levi Karter over the blanket, his tattooed arms flexing as he grips the slim waist, while Levi’s dark hair falls forward as Foland’s mouth seals around his cock. The woods blur behind them as Foland’s fingers slide deep inside, then his thick shaft pushes forward, stretching Levi’s hole with rough, relentless thrusts. The only sound is the wet slap of skin and the sharp inhale of Levi’s breath as Foland drives harder, his grip tightening on the blanket’s edge.
