Seven miles into the woods without a person to be seen for the last three, Joseph gives me that look. The "we won't get caught" look. We set up the cameras in a hurry, and get all over each other in just as much of a hurry. Our fingers interlace and like magic a strong wind picks up, blowing our hair and clothes in whips around us. The warmth of his skin, and the sun, gets me unendingly wet. Surrounded by nothing but the sounds of planes overhead and the nature around us, He gets me down on my knees. My wet, wanting mouth takes in his cock and he moans just a tiny bit in pleasure. By the t... Show more