Oscar Roberts grips Deacon Hunter’s hips, his fingers probing deep as the blond’s asshole stays exposed on the locker room bench. One hand wraps around his own cock while the other guides Hunter’s shirt off, leaving him bare-chested and trembling under the rough attention. The towel clutches his waist as Roberts’ mouth finds his hole, fingers working relentlessly until Hunter’s breath hitches between moans.
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