Bobby Hart’s dark hair lies flat against the sheets as Doug Acre, stocky and smooth-skinned, presses his mouth down hard, tongue deep in his throat while Bobby’s fingers dig into his ass. Doug’s muscular frame pins him, his grip tight around Bobby’s waist as he works his lips up and down, fingers sliding between Bobby’s cheeks. The bed creaks under their weight, the only sound the wet slap of Doug’s mouth and Bobby’s ragged breaths.
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