Josh Cannon’s beard scrapes against Dillon Diaz’s ass as he kneels behind him, tongue deep in the tight hole while the stuffed animal clutched in Dillon’s grip sways between them. Cannon grips the sheets, his knuckles white as he pulls Dillon’s hips back, forcing the slow, deliberate thrusts of his mouth. The bed creaks under their weight, the only sound the wet smack of lips and the muffled groan from Diaz’s throat.
