Sir Peter and Ricky Hard pin Valentin Amour against the rough bark of a tree, his tattooed chest pressed hard into the bark as Ricky’s beard scrapes his throat while Sir Peter’s fingers dig into his hips. Valentin’s muscular frame bends forward, his dark hair tangled in the branches as Ricky’s cock slams into him from behind, the white shorts of the top man smeared with sweat and come. The outdoor light cuts through the foliage, but the only thing that matters is the way Ricky’s grip on Valentin’s waist never loosens, even when Sir Peter’s hands slide lower.
