Bo Sinn’s tattooed, bearded grip tightens around Drew Dixon’s hole as he works thick lube into the tight ring, fingers stretching it open before the first slow push of the fist. Drew’s dark hair falls forward as Bo’s mouth seals over his asshole, tongue tracing the puckered skin while his fist presses deeper, the stretch unrelenting. The two move with deliberate precision, preparation, penetration, the wet sound of lube and the slow, deliberate resistance as Bo’s fist slides home.
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