Kris Wallace pins Benjamin Dunn’s wrists to the bed with a strap while his lean, clean-shaven body presses down, tongue deep in the hole of his dark-haired, muscular partner. Dunn arches into the grip of fingers stretching him open, his smooth skin slick with the wet sound of lips dragging along his neck. The strap bites as Wallace’s mouth moves from ass to throat, teeth grazing the pulse beneath.
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