Carl Ross grips Tim Law’s hips as he drives into him, the inflatable mat creaking under their weight in the woods. His fingers dig into Tim’s ass while his mouth seals around the tight hole, tongue probing deep before pulling back to lap at the slick entrance. Carl’s cock thrusts hard, the rhythmic slaps of flesh against asshole filling the air as Tim arches, his own fingers working the other hole open. The trees stand silent witnesses to the rough, unbroken pace of their massage.
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