Nic Sahara grips Blake Ryder’s hips, his tattooed chest heaving as he slams into him from behind on the rough concrete, the outdoor light cutting through the dark hair and sweat. Blake takes it all, fingers buried deep inside him, tongue tracing the tight ring before Nic’s cock hits home, the bareback thrusts raw and unfiltered. The air smells of earth and exertion as Nic flips him over, his own hole stretched wide by Blake’s thick fingers, the two of them lost in the relentless, unprotected rhythm of the wilderness.
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