Dean Monroe’s broad, smooth chest presses into the wood as Morgan Black kneels between his thighs, his dark hair framing a mouth already slick with saliva. One hand grips Monroe’s hips while the other works his hole open, fingers slick with lube, while Monroe’s tongue traces the sharp line of his jaw. The air hums with the wet sound of lips sealing around his cock, the slow drag of a rimmed hole stretching for more.
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