Michael Troy kneels between Brandon Still’s spread legs, his fingers probing the tight ring of his asshole while Still grips the sheets, his dark hair damp with sweat. Troy’s mouth seals over the puckered hole, tongue swirling deep as Still arches into the pressure, his muscular frame trembling with need. They strip bare in the sterile glow of the room, every thrust and suck precise, the bed creaking under their urgency as Troy drives into him hard, filling him without pause.
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