TJ Hawke’s thick hands grip Colin Stride’s hips as he drives deep from behind, the bed creaking under their weight while Stride’s fingers dig into the sheets. Before that, TJ’s tongue traces the tight ring of his asshole, then follows it with two fingers while Colin moans into the kiss, their mouths locked as TJ’s cock swells between them. They strip down together, no words, just the need of a man on his knees, taking TJ’s length with a choked gasp as he rides him from above.
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