Luke Garrett’s beard scrapes against Skye Woods’ jaw as he grips his hips, fingers probing deep while his mouth seals over his throat. The bed creaks under their weight as Woods kneels, tongue tracing the crack of Garrett’s ass before his lips press hard against the tight ring. Garrett’s hands tangle in the sheets, nails digging in as Woods’ fingers curl inside him, slow and deliberate. The close-up shows sweat glistening on Garrett’s chest, his breath ragged against Woods’ ear as he pulls back just enough to watch the dark hair brush his own hole.
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