
While the scouts press on through the underbrush, Kristian Jensen and Ivo Svoboda slip away to their tent, craving a stolen bite of rations and a moment's ease from the march. The air hangs heavy with pine and sweat. But hunger shifts. Svoboda drops to his knees outside, amid the shadowed trunks, his mouth enveloping Jensen's thickening cock with urgent skill. Jensen groans, fingers twisting in Svoboda's hair. He pulls him up, spins him against rough bark, and thrusts deep into that willing heat. They move like wild things, bodies slamming in raw rhythm. Jensen builds fast, then erupts—a massive, shuddering load flooding Svoboda from within, marking the thrill of their secret break.
While the scouts press on through the underbrush, Kristian Jensen and Ivo Svoboda slip away to their tent, craving a stolen bite of rations and a moment's ease from the march. The air hangs heavy with pine and sweat. But hunger shifts. Svoboda drops to his knees outside, amid the shadowed trunks, his mouth enveloping Jensen's thickening cock with urgent skill. Jensen groans, fingers twisting in Svoboda's hair. He pulls him up, spins him against rough bark, and thrusts deep into that willing heat. They move like wild things, bodies slamming in raw rhythm. Jensen builds fast, then erupts—a massive, shuddering load flooding Svoboda from within, marking the thrill of their secret break.