Connor Patricks kneels between Dean Carlson’s spread legs, the feather duster tracing slow, deliberate strokes along his crack while his fingers tease the tight ring. Dean lies still on the table, his hairy chest rising as Patricks’ mouth seals over his cock, the suction deep and unhurried. When Patricks finally pulls back, his own thick shaft presses against Dean’s ass, the head slick with lube as he lines up and drives in hard, the table creaking under their weight.
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