Joel Tamir’s hands grip Hans Lecker’s hips while his mouth seals over his throat, the fence behind them splintered wood that won’t hold them back. The blond’s cock presses hard against his belly as he guides himself into the tight, slick hole below, the hat abandoned on the ground where it won’t get in the way. Lecker’s fingers dig into the fence, his breath ragged as Joel’s weight drives him deeper.
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