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The forest floor beneath them is hard and unforgiving, yet their bodies move with a primal grace as they rut like beasts. The scent of pine needles and sex fills the air, the sound of their grunts and moans echoing through the trees. Their bodies slap together, the sound of flesh on flesh punctuated by the wet sounds of cock sliding in and out of mouth and ass. The night is filled with the harsh, guttural sounds of their pleasure, the rustling of leaves, and the distant hoot of an owl. As they come, they spill their loads, hot and sticky, onto the forest floor, marked by their intense, rugged encounter.