Cazden Hunter’s dark hair frames a face pressed into Bar Addison’s neck as he grips his hips, fingers sliding deep into his hole while the striped green underwear peeks from the sheets. Bar’s smooth, muscular back arches under Cazden’s mouth, his tongue tracing the curve of his spine before pulling his cock into a tight, wet grip. The bed dips as Cazden pins him down, his own thick length already glistening with saliva.
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