Marc Dylan kneels in the dirt while Valentin Petrov, broad-shouldered and smooth-skinned, braces himself against a tree, his fingers digging into the bark as he drives deep into his asshole. The dark-haired man above him grips his hips hard enough to bruise, his own chest rising and falling with each rough thrust, while Dylan’s tongue laps at the tight ring before his cock takes over. The woods swallow their moans, the only sound the wet slap of flesh and the way Valentin’s head falls back, his throat exposed as he chokes on the weight of it.
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