Jerry Ford’s dark hair glistens as he pins Brody Grant beneath him, his fingers already working the tight hole while Brody’s mouth wraps around his cock. The couch creaks under them as Jerry takes over, his thick shaft sliding deep as Brody’s hands grip the sheets, his own cock already slick with need. They strip away clothes in the same breath, leaving only skin and the rough rhythm of thrusts that leave Brody gasping into Jerry’s mouth.
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