Roma Artur fucks Archi

Roma Artur kneels in the woods, his white headband pulled tight as he takes the other man’s thick cock deep into his throat while the lean, clean-shaven one grips his hips, fingers digging in just hard enough to keep him still. The cloth beneath them is damp with sweat and the occasional splash, Roma’s hand slides down to guide his own release, hot and unhurried, while the other watches, his jaw tight with the effort of holding back. The air smells of pine and salt, the only sound the wet suction of Roma’s mouth and the distant rustle of leaves.