Jeff Mirren kneels behind Enrique Vera, his fingers working the tight hole while Vera grips the sheets, lips locked in a rough kiss. The blond’s grip is firm, his own cock pressed against the bed as he guides his fingers deeper, the dark-haired one’s breath ragged. Vera turns his head, mouth open for the thick shaft that follows, swallowing hard as Mirren’s grip tightens. The bed creaks under their weight, the only sound the wet slap of flesh against flesh.
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