Drew Dixon, bearded and tattooed in a mechanic’s uniform, grips Ustin Jett’s cock while the clean-shaven, muscular man in the suit and tie kneels between his legs, swallowing him deep. The car hood behind them looms as Dixon’s fingers dig into Jett’s thighs, pulling him harder against his mouth while his own hand works his own length. They strip in place, buttons fly, fabric pools, until only skin and desperate need remain.
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