Noah Jones grips Paul Canon’s shoulders while his tattooed arm wraps tight around his waist, fingers digging into the smooth muscle of his ass as he pins him to the couch. Paul’s dark hair falls forward as Noah’s tongue forces its way past his lips, then slides down his throat while a hand works his hole from behind, slick with spit. The chair creaks as Noah flips him onto his back, the couch cushion biting into his spine, his own cock already wet with anticipation before the first rough thrust drives him into the wall.
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