Jesse Idol kneels over Isaac Conn’s back, his tattooed arms flexing as he grips the couch cushion while Isaac lies sprawled, legs spread wide for the rim. One hand slides between Conn’s thighs, fingers probing deep as Idol’s mouth seals over his hole, tongue tracing the tight ring before pulling back to lap at the slick heat. The blond’s breath hitches as Conn’s fingers dig into the couch, his ass clenching around the intrusion, lost in the slow, relentless pull of a rim that leaves no doubt who’s in control.
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