Jesse Bolton’s thick arms lock around Michael Boston’s waist as he pins him into the mattress, his beard rough against the other man’s neck while fingers dig into the tight, flexing ass beneath. Boston grips the sheets, his mouth opening around Jesse’s cock with a wet, hungry sound as the blond’s hips drive forward, each thrust deeper than the last. The air fills with the slap of skin and the sharp inhale of breath when Jesse’s fist curls around Boston’s throat, not to choke, but to hold him still as his cock swells, the head glistening with spit and precome.
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