Hunter Page takes Austin Keys from behind, his grip tight on the hips that flex as he drives deep, while Austin’s head is buried between the other’s thighs, tongue working the rimmed hole with deliberate pressure. The dark hair of both men is slick with sweat, their muscles straining as Hunter’s cock pounds into Austin’s ass, each thrust pulling a choked groan from the one on his knees. The bed creaks under their weight, the only sound the wet slap of skin and the rough inhale of breath when Hunter’s fingers dig into Austin’s waist.
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