The bearded man with the thick dark hair grips the blond’s hips, his fingers digging into the smooth, corded muscle as he slams into him from behind, the rocky ground shaking with every rough thrust. The blond’s head is thrown back, his mouth open in a silent scream as the other man’s cock pounds deep, his own hands braced against the jagged stones beside the water’s edge. The air smells of salt and sweat, the sound of flesh hitting flesh the only thing that matters.
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