Czech Hunter 803: Summer Threesome In The Woods
In Czech Hunter 803, the hunter escapes the hot summer into the forest, where he and two of his friends have an outdoor threesome. The hunter had met both men weeks apart; their encounters were marked by laughter and sweat-slicked skin tangled in motel sheets. When he proposed a woodland rendezvous, their eager “Yes, sir” texts arrived within minutes—financial need intertwined with craving his practiced touch. They convened at a sun-dappled forest edge, the taller one grinning while the sturdier man kicked off his sneakers, already half-hard beneath gym shorts.
The hunter led them to a clearing where golden light filtered through birch leaves, unfurling a blanket scented with cedar. “Slow today,” he murmured, fingertips grazing their jawlines. Shirts melted away, revealing lean torsos; the stockier man moaned softly as the hunter’s tongue traced his collarbone while the taller one shuddered beneath skilled hands palming his cock through denim.
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When jeans and boxers pooled at their ankles, the hunter knelt, worshiping both erections with languid licks until they trembled. “Your turn,” the stockier one breathed, pushing the hunter onto the blanket. They descended together—a symphony of wet heat, the taller man swallowing the hunter’s length while his friend lapped at his balls.
After flipping them gently onto all fours, the hunter slicked his fingers with coconut oil, circling first one tight entrance, then the other. Their mutual gasp when he breached them wove through birdsong. Rocking into the stockier man first, the hunter rolled his hips in deep, steady strokes, pausing to kiss the taller one’s shoulder as he whimpered for attention.
They traded positions under the hunter’s guidance, sighs crescendoing as sunlight painted their bodies. When release neared, the hunter pulled both close, hands pumping their cocks in tandem until they spilled across each other’s stomachs. He followed seconds later, painting the taller one’s back with thick stripes of cum before collapsing into a tangle of limbs.
“Same time next week?” the stockier man asked later, buttoning his shirt with a lazy smile. The hunter nodded, watching them disappear into the trees—grins intact, steps light.
