Leo Bacchus drives the car with his tie loosened, the cuffs of his suit rolled up to reveal forearms thick with ink, while Only Matt kneels between his legs, lips locked around his cock as the third man, clean-shaven, muscles rippling under his uniform, watches, fingers already tracing the tight ring of his ass. The bearded driver grips the wheel with one hand, the other tangled in Matt’s hair, pulling him deeper as the cop leans in, pressing a single finger inside him, marking the shift from dress to skin. No barriers, no hesitation, the suit stays on long enough to tease, then falls away, leaving only the weight of Bacchus’ thrusts and the cop’s hungry mouth on his back.
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