Jacob Peterson grips Jonah Fontana’s hips as he drives into him hard, the outdoor cushions shifting beneath them while Jonah’s fingers dig into the red fabric, his breath ragged. Peterson’s beard brushes Fontana’s chest as he sucks his cock deep, the tanned, muscular body arched back in surrender, while Fontana strokes himself with rough, desperate strokes. The sun filters through the leaves as Peterson’s fingers probe Fontana’s hole, preparing him before the next deep, unrelenting thrust.
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