Cody Cummings kneels on a rough-hewn wooden bench, his mouth locked tight around the thick cock of the dark-haired man beside him, his fingers already slipping inside the other’s tight hole. The bearded one leans forward, gripping Cody’s shoulders as he guides his own cock into his mouth, the muscles in his arms straining with the effort. The bench creaks under them, the outdoor air thick with the sound of wet suction and the sharp inhale of breath.
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