The blond stands pressed against the tree, his smooth, muscular chest rising as he grips the bark with one hand while the other pulls his cock hard enough to make his balls tighten. The way his medium build bends just right lets you see the dark hair low on his back, the veins in his neck pulsing when he exhales. The air smells like sweat and pine, and his grip never loosens, he’s not done.
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