Spencer Todd’s thick arms lock around Trey Evans as he pins him down, his beard scraping against the smooth skin of his throat while fingers dig into the back of his neck, then slide lower, teasing the tight hole before pulling back. Trey grips the sheets, his breath ragged as Spencer’s mouth seals over him, tongue swirling before the first slow thrust of his cock splits him open. Every time he pulls away, it’s just to line up again, harder, deeper, the bed creaking under their weight as he fucks him.
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