Blake Hanson’s tattooed arms grip Orlando White’s hips while he kneels in the damp moss, his blond hair catching the dappled light as Blake drives deep. Orlando’s fingers dig into the bark of the leaning tree, his smooth chest rising with sharp breaths as Blake’s tongue swirls over his hole before slipping inside. The grass crunches under their shifting weight, the air thick with the wet sound of flesh meeting flesh as Blake’s cock pounds relentlessly into him.
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