Johnny Forza’s blond head dips between Duncan Tyler’s thighs while his fingers stretch the other’s asshole open, the slick sound of tongue against skin cutting through the air. Tyler grips the couch armrests, his smooth, slim body arched as Forza’s mouth works him from behind, fingers probing deeper with each slow pull. When they switch, Forza takes Tyler’s cock deep, his throat swallowing the thick length while Tyler’s hands grip his hips, guiding him into a rhythm that leaves both of them breathless. The couch cushions dip as they shift, naked now, the only sounds the wet slap of flesh and the sharp inhale of pleasure.
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