Miguel Rey’s tattooed shoulder flexes as he pins Rob Quin’s hips to the couch, his cock already slick with precome while Rob’s lips drag slow circles around the head. The blond’s fingers dig into the couch cushions as Rey’s grip tightens, then his mouth opens wide for the first deep thrust, the couch groaning under their weight. Rob’s ass clenches around him, his breath ragged as Rey’s pace turns rough, fingers slip inside his hole first, then the cock follows, filling him without hesitation.
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