Josh Stone pins Ian Levine’s wrists above his head while the blond’s glasses slip down his nose as he sucks him off, fingers already working inside his hole. The bearded man on the bed arches his back, gripping the sheets as Josh’s tongue traces his rim before sliding two fingers deep. Ties bind Ian’s wrists to the headboard, his slim body stretched taut as Josh adjusts the knot with deliberate pressure. The only sound is the wet slap of lips and the faint rustle of fabric as Josh leans in to kiss him, teeth grazing his neck.
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