The bearded man kneels in the grass, his fingers working the tight asshole of the slim dark-haired one while the third, average-built, watches with a slow, deliberate grip on a wad of cash. The woods swallow their sounds as lips seal around the cock of the clean-shaven, his breath ragged against the bark. One holds him steady, the other counts the bills between thrusts, the only sound the wet slap of flesh and the rustle of leaves.
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