Ashton Summers grips Allen King’s hips, his dark hair slicked back as he pins him to the lounge chair while King’s fingers dig into the cushion, his own cock already glistening with spit. Summers takes him deep, throat working around the thick shaft as King arches, his muscular chest rising with sharp breaths, the pool’s edge blurred behind them. A hand slides between their bodies, fingers tracing wet heat before pressing inside, pulling a gasp from King as Summers’ grip tightens, his own release building with every rough suck.
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