Dirk Caber’s beard brushes Anthony London’s jaw as he kneels in the grass, fingers already working his hole open while the other man grips his hips hard enough to leave marks. London’s dark hair falls forward as he takes Caber’s cock deep, throat working around the thick shaft with a wet, deliberate rhythm. The air smells of damp earth and sweat as Caber’s free hand tangles in London’s hair, pulling just enough to make him choke on the stroke.
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