Trent Locke pins Alex James down, his dark hair framing a body built for gripping, while Alex’s hole glistens under his fingers. Locke’s tongue traces the tight ring before his lips seal around it, teeth scraping just enough to make James’s ass clench. One hand works the slick entrance, the other pulls his hips up as Locke lines himself up, thick and ready, before slamming home with a rough, wet thrust. The bed creaks under their weight as James arches into every stroke, his fingers digging into the sheets.
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