Jackson Kale’s beard scrapes against Eric Pryor’s jaw as he grips his hips, fingers digging into the warm, taut flesh of his ass while their mouths lock in a rough, open-mouthed kiss. Pryor’s hands slide up Kale’s chest, nails tracing the ridges of his defined pecs as they stumble forward onto the soft grass, the blades brushing their knees. Kale’s tongue pushes past Pryor’s lips, deep and demanding, while his other hand pulls Pryor’s cock free, stroking it hard against the fabric.
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