Vin Roxx and the bearded man with inked arms kneel on a mossy stump, his fingers tracing Vin’s tight hole while the other grips his cock, no prep, just pressure as Vin leans forward, ass raised. The blond’s knuckles press into the bark behind him, holding steady as the bearded one works his way in, slow and deliberate, the air thick with the sound of flesh stretching. Vin’s hands dig into the stump, his breath sharp, the first thick thrust already pushing deep.
