Jesse Santana grips D.O.’s hips hard as he slams into his asshole from behind, the rough bark of the leaning tree digging into his back while D.O. moans low, his hairy chest pressed against the trunk. One hand braced on the wood, the other tangled in Santana’s dark hair, he takes every thrust deep, his fingers already working his own hole open before Santana even pulls back. The air smells of damp earth and sweat as D.O. turns his head just enough to suck Santana’s cock, his own ass stretched wide around the thick shaft.
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