Sebastian Rossi grips John Magnum’s hips as he kneels in the underbrush, his tattooed arms flexing over the bench while Magnum’s fingers dig into the bark. The air smells of damp earth as Rossi’s mouth seals around his cock, teeth scraping the shaft before pulling back to lick the slit, while his other hand works Magnum’s hole with rough, deliberate strokes. Behind them, the foliage rustles as Magnum braces himself, his breath ragged, the bench creaking under their weight.
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