The blond, broad-shouldered stud grips the dark-haired one’s hips as he leans in, his fingers digging into the smooth, sun-kissed skin just above the waistband. Both sit pressed against the cold tile near the water, the tiled edge sharp beneath their thighs, one’s mouth already open for the other’s cock. The bearded one’s grip is rough, his knuckles white as he guides the thick shaft into the waiting hole, the sound of wet flesh slapping against tile the only noise.
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