Xavier Sibley’s blue hair frames his tattooed chest as he kneels, fingers digging into Axel Blaise’s smooth, muscular thighs while his mouth seals around his cock. Axel grips the couch armrests, head thrown back as Xavier’s tongue swirls deep, then pulls off with a wet pop to trail kisses down his chest before resuming with slow, deliberate strokes. His other hand slides between them, slick with Axel’s arousal, teasing his hole before pressing inside with firm, rhythmic pressure.
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