Toby Springs grips Colt Rivers’ shoulders as he shoves his face into the bearded man’s crotch, tongue deep in his hole while his own cock throbs against the red shorts. Rivers arches on the bench, fingers tangled in Toby’s dark hair as he rides his mouth, the wet sounds mixing with the slap of skin on leather. When Toby pulls back, his hand wraps around his own shaft, pumping hard as Rivers turns to straddle him, ass tight and slick against the bench’s edge.
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