Paul Hunter’s beard brushes Lorenc Byro’s throat as he grips his jaw, fingers already slick with lube tracing the tight ring before his tongue dives in. Byro lies sprawled, ass raised off the surface, his muscles straining as Hunter’s cock slams home with rough, unrelenting thrusts. The air thickens with the wet sounds of sucking and the slap of flesh, his fingers working the hole open while Hunter’s grip tightens on his hips.
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