The bearded, tattooed man with dark hair grips Kurt’s hips as he drives deep into his ass under the wooden shelter, his muscular frame straining against the sand. Kurt, clean-shaven and light brown-haired, arches back with a sharp intake of breath, his fingers digging into the man’s shoulders. The ocean crashes nearby as one pulls out with a wet, slapping sound, only to slam back in harder.
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