Joel Birkin kneels over Damian Chapelle’s ass, slick with lube as his fingers spread the hole open before diving in, while Chapelle grips the sheets and arches his back. His cock stands stiff between them, already wet with spit as Joel takes it deep, tongue working the head while his other hand traces the tight ring. Chapelle moans low, fingers tangled in Joel’s dark hair, as the first slow thrusts of a lubed finger push past resistance. The bed creaks under them, the air thick with the scent of sweat and oil.
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