Josh Brady’s dark hair frames a face carved from muscle, his grip tight as he pins Keagan Case down by the hips while his tongue traces the tight ring of his hole. Keagan’s smooth, light-skinned back arches under the pressure, his fingers digging into the blue-patterned sheets as Brady’s mouth works him open. The air hums with the wet sound of lips sealing around flesh, then the slow, deliberate thrust of a finger pushing deeper.
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