The bearded man grips the blond’s hips as he takes his cock deep, his knuckles white against the taut skin, while the other watches from behind the white cap, fingers laced together. Their hands move in sync, one guiding, one steadying, before the blond’s head bobs harder, throat working around the thick shaft. The stone railing behind them cuts into the light, sharp enough to make the metal railings feel like an afterthought.
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