The bearded man kneels with his mouth stretched tight around Castro’s thick cock, his fingers digging into the other’s thighs as he takes every inch. Hanz grips the base, his knuckles white, while the dark-haired one leans forward, his breath hot against the shaft as he works the head with his tongue. The kitchen counter looms behind them, but neither man looks up, only the wet sounds of sucking and the rough pull of fingers against skin matter.
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