Dillon Diaz kneels on the cold tile, his bearded jaw locked around Jake Morgan’s cock while fingers dig into his tight hole, both men slick with sweat and the sound of slurping. The toilet looms behind them, its porcelain rim stained as Jake grips Dillon’s hips, his own fist working his length while the other man’s tongue lashes his shaft. No words, just the wet slap of lips, the rough rasp of breath, and the way Dillon’s ass clenches around the probing fingers before they both lose themselves in it.
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