Beaux Banks pins Mason Lear down with a grip that leaves no room for hesitation, his dark hair falling forward as he drives into him with rough, unrelenting thrusts. The bed creaks under their weight while Banks’ fingers dig into the smooth muscle of Lear’s sides, pulling him deeper with every stroke. Lear’s mouth is full of Banks’ cock, his tongue working in tight, desperate circles before he finally takes the full length, gagging just enough to make the suction tighter. The air is thick with the sound of skin slapping, the wet smack of Banks’ asshole being stretched open, and the sharp inhale of Lear’s breath when Banks finally bottoms out.
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