David Skylar leans back on the couch, his light brown hair falling over his shoulders as he grips the armrests, muscles taut beneath smooth skin. Justin Lewis kneels between his thighs, tongue tracing the tight ring of his asshole before pulling back to watch the glistening wetness. The air hums with the sound of skin slapping flesh as he drives into David’s hole, fingers digging into his hips to hold him steady.
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