Craig Marks kneels between Sir Peter’s spread thighs, his mouth locked tight around the thick cock that juts out from the dark hair, while Sir Peter grips the armrests of the couch, his own hands digging into the muscle of Craig’s shoulders as he leans forward to press their lips together. The blond’s tongue sweeps deep with every pull, his jaw working hard against the weight of Sir Peter’s cock, which glistens with saliva as it bobs free between each long, wet stroke.
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