For the past two days, James Blond had been fucked three times, a switch inside him thrown wide open. That morning, James was in his tent contemplating this new reality when Dillon Stone came to check on him. As Dillon unzipped his pants, James moved to take Dillon’s cock.
The raw, musky scent of Dillon Stone overwhelmed James Blond, a fragrance that pulled James deeper. That primal smell drove James to suck harder until Dillon urged James onto all fours. Then it was Dillon who was inhaling James, breathing him in before his tongue found James’s hole.
Dillon Stone rimmed James intensely before sliding back inside him. James gasped as the familiar pain gave way to pure sensation. Dillon started to move faster, their skin slapping together. James reached back and Dillon seized James’s wrists, using them for leverage as he drove into James, controlling his rhythm. They finished on their sides, with Dillon wrapped around James, filling him with a fourth, triumphant load.
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