Clark Reid’s dark hair brushes the bark as he presses his smooth, muscular body against the tree, his mouth crashing into the other man’s with rough, open-mouthed hunger. The bearded one grips his waist, fingers digging into the tight flesh while their tongues clash, teeth scraping, the air thick with the sound of wet, desperate breaths. One hand slides down to yank at the other’s belt, the snap of leather the only warning before teeth close around the straining cock.
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