Ross Reed’s beard presses against Cody Lake’s smooth jaw as he grips his shoulders, fingers digging into the taut muscles of his back, while Lake’s lips part beneath the rough pull of a kiss that turns hungry. The bed dips under their weight, the sheets tangled around their thighs as Reed’s tongue forces its way past Lake’s teeth, his free hand sliding down to grip the back of his neck, holding him still for the deep, possessive thrust.
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