Damien Crosse kneels in the dirt beneath the trees, his red cap pulled low as the other man, muscled, tattooed, and bareheaded, holds him by the hair while his thick fingers work his hole. The blond’s lips seal around the cock still slick with pre-cum, his tongue swirling deep as the kneeling man arches into the rough grip, fingers stretching him open. The outdoor light cuts through the foliage, sharp and unfiltered, as one pulls back only to drive forward again, teeth grazing the shaft before the blond’s mouth takes him whole.
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