Adam Russo grips Derek Reed’s hips, his tattooed forearms flexing as he slams into him from behind in the thick forest undergrowth, the motorcycle’s frame visible through the trees. Derek’s dark hair sweats against the rough bark, his clean-shaven jaw tense as Russo’s weight pins him down, each thrust driving them deeper into the damp earth. The bearded man, if he’s not Russo, stands nearby, arms crossed, watching the, unbroken motion of one man fucking another in the open air.
