Jaxton Wheeler, the bearded one with dark hair, grips Jacob Peterson’s hips while he kneels between his spread legs, his tattooed forearms flexing as he guides himself into the clean-shaven man’s ass. Jacob’s head drops back, his mouth open as Jaxton’s cock slides deep, the striped sheets tangled around their thighs. The bed creaks under their weight, the only sound the wet slap of flesh meeting flesh.
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