Felix Hanan pins James Lewis beneath him on the couch, his dark hair framing a muscular frame as he grips his hips and drives into his mouth with relentless thrusts. James Lewis lies still, his fingers tangled in the couch’s fabric while Felix’s tongue works his throat with sharp, precise strokes. The air thickens with the wet sound of suction as one pulls back only to slam forward again, fingers probing deep between his legs.
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