Jack Vidra pins Matthew Bosch to the ground, his beard rough against the other’s throat as he drives into him with slow, deliberate strokes. The blond kneels in the dirt, his hands gripping the grass as Vidra’s fingers dig into his hips, pulling him deeper with every thrust. The air smells of earth and sweat, the only sounds the wet slap of flesh and Matthew’s ragged breaths as Vidra’s cock stretches him open.
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