Seth Santoro grips Duncan Black’s hips hard as he drives deep inside, the forest floor damp beneath his boots. Duncan’s head is down, his ass flexing around Seth’s cock, while his fingers dig into the earth, no barrier, no hesitation. Seth’s breath comes sharp, each thrust pulling a low groan from Duncan’s throat, the air thick with the sound of flesh slapping. The woods swallow their movements, the only light cutting through the trees.
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