Tim Campbell’s beard scrapes Jeroen Mondrian’s throat as he grips his jaw, fingers digging into the muscle while the other man’s tongue drags slow circles over his lips. Mondrian kneels on the couch, his ass flexing as Campbell’s palm slaps the wet flesh before his cock pushes deep, the grassy field outside forgotten the moment the first thrust drives them both forward. His fingers twist into Mondrian’s hair, yanking his head back just as the other’s mouth seals around the base, teeth scraping the underside before Campbell’s hips snap up, driving harder.
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