Max Flint’s beard scrapes against Blake Bennet’s throat as he grips his jaw, fingers digging into the dark hair while Blake’s tongue drags deep into his mouth. The tattooed one on the couch pins him down, thick cock already wet with spit, the other’s asshole stretched open by two rough fingers before the blunt head pushes inside. They strip in place, muscles flexing as the blond’s hands grip the couch edge, the only sound the wet slap of flesh meeting flesh.
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