Jeremy Bilding’s beard scrapes Gavin Waters’ neck as he grips his hips, fingers already working the tight hole while the other man’s tongue drags slow circles over his collarbone. The barn’s hay clings to their skin as Gavin arches into the thrusts, his ass clenching around Jeremy’s cock with every deep, rough fuck. The wooden fence behind them frames the way his breath hitches when Jeremy’s thumb presses just right, no words, just the wet sound of flesh giving way.
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