Andre Boleyn grips Ronny Lamarr’s hips as he slams into him bareback, the bed creaking under their weight while Ronny’s fingers dig into the sheets. His mouth seals over Andre’s cock, taking it deep with a choked groan, while Andre’s tongue traces the tight ring of his asshole, no barriers, just raw thrust after thrust. The air thickens with the wet sounds of suction and the slap of skin, their bodies slick with sweat and need.
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