Jeremy Spark and Bo Sinn grip Collin Lust’s hips while he braces against a wooden beam, his tattooed chest rising fast as the blond’s teeth sink into his neck. The bearded one’s fingers dig into Collin’s waist, holding him steady as Jeremy drives deep, his own breath ragged against the bark behind them. The air smells of sweat and pine, the only sound the wet slap of flesh meeting flesh.
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