Roman Heart grips Andrew Jakk’s hips as he drives into him hard, the tent’s thin fabric straining behind them while the mountains loom silent in the distance. Jakk’s fingers dig into the grass, his dark hair tangled with sweat as Heart’s thick cock slams deeper, the outdoor backdrop a blur of rough, unfiltered heat. Their mouths crash together, tongues tangled as one pulls back just enough to suck him off before returning to the rough, wet thrusts that leave Jakk’s breath ragged. The only sounds are the wet slap of flesh and the distant rustle of wind through the trees.
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