Alex Mecum grips Justin Matthews’ hips, his dark hair falling over the blanket as he drives deep into the tight hole, while the other man’s fingers work his ass open with rough precision. The woods around them glow in the outdoor light, their muscular bodies slick with sweat and need as Mecum’s cock pounds relentlessly. Matthews moans around Mecum’s fingers, his own hole already stretched wide, ready for the next thrust. The only sound is the wet slap of flesh against flesh, the air thick with the scent of pine and desire.
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