Kris Karr pins Cory Kane down, his dark hair framing a broad chest as he presses his mouth hard against the lighter-haired man’s throat, fingers digging into the muscles of his back. Cory’s lips part for Kris’s tongue, his own hands gripping the sheets as the taller man guides his cock into his mouth, the suction tight and deliberate. The room hums with the sound of wet, rhythmic pulls, Kris’s grip never loosening as he leans forward, his weight pinning Cory’s hips to the mattress.
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