Riff Dornan’s broad hands grip Justin Saradon’s hips as he drives deep, the railing behind them creaking under the weight of their thrusts. Saradon’s mouth wraps tight around Riff’s cock, his throat working hard as the blond’s grip tightens, fingers digging into the dark-haired man’s waist. The outdoor light cuts through the blur of their movements, the railing the only barrier between them and the drop below.
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