David Castan grips Ben Statham’s hips as he kneels on the car hood, his shaved head close enough to feel the heat of the other’s breath before his mouth takes over. Statham’s fingers dig into the muscle of Castan’s back while his own cock is pulled into a tight, wet grip, the suction sharp and relentless. The hood’s cold surface presses into their knees as Castan’s tongue traces the sensitive underside, then plunges deeper.
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