Bradley Whitman lies spread-eagled on the bed, his dark hair slicked back as Jonas Drift kneels between his thighs, fingers already probing his tight hole. The slim, muscular man’s lips seal around Whitman’s cock, his tongue tracing the thick vein while his other hand works the tight ring open. Whitman arches into the touch, gripping the sheets as Drift’s mouth takes him deeper.
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