Blond Jack Bailey holds a mirror up to the sun, his smooth, slim body angled just right as Darron Bluu kneels behind him, his fingers tracing the curve of Jack’s ass while the grass brushes their legs. The light catches the sweat glistening on Jack’s back as Darron presses closer, his breath warm against the skin before his mouth finds the tight hole. The mirror reflects nothing but the two of them, one bent forward, the other sinking in slow, deliberate thrusts.
