Tommy Hansen’s broad, sun-kissed chest flexes as he leans over Brandon Manilow, his dark hair falling forward while the bearded man lies sprawled beneath him, arms splayed across the lounge chair. Brandon’s hole glistens with oil as Tommy’s fingers stretch him open, the poolside breeze carrying the scent of sunscreen and sweat. The beach umbrellas blur behind them as Tommy lines up, his grip tight on Brandon’s hips before slamming in deep.
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