Danny Chase’s blond, smooth body bends over Alex Silvers as his tongue drags slow, deliberate lines down the dark-haired man’s spine, fingers gripping the red-clad waist that arches into the couch. Silvers’ hands slide up Chase’s thighs, nails digging into the taut muscle as he guides his mouth lower, lips parting around the thick cock that pulses against his tongue. The couch creaks under their weight, the only sound the wet, rhythmic suction of Chase’s throat working around the shaft, his own cock jutting hard against the fabric.
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