The bearded man grips Cooper’s hips, lifting him against the trees as Dawson’s tongue plunges deep into his throat, hands digging into the other’s ass. Their muscles strain under the dappled sunlight, one man’s grip bruising as he pins Cooper’s back to the bark, fingers tangled in his hair. The air smells of damp earth and sweat as Dawson’s cock presses hard against the lifted ass, waiting.
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