The bearded man with dark hair and a muscular build presses his body against the tree, gripping the bark as Randy, smooth-skinned, broad-shouldered, takes him from behind with deep, steady thrusts. His fingers dig into the trunk while the other man’s head bobs between his thighs, tongue working the tight hole with relentless precision. The air smells of damp earth and sweat as they move together, the only sound the wet slap of flesh against bark.
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