The bearded man with the dark hair and inked forearms kneels on the grass, gripping the standing one’s thick thighs while his fingers dig into the smooth, flexed abs. His mouth opens around the cock, taking it deep with a wet, deliberate pull that makes the other’s breath hitch. The standing man’s hands clench into fists, his knuckles white as the kneeling one’s tongue swirls against the underside, tracing the vein before dragging up to the head.
