Connor Levi’s beard scrapes Jaxon Radoc’s throat as he grips his jaw, fingers digging into the blond’s slim hips while his tongue forces open the tight hole. The other man lies sprawled on the bench, ass raised, his tattoos glinting under the light as Levi’s thick cock slams home, one hand wrapped around his own shaft, the other guiding the stroke. A blue sports ball rolls idle beside them, forgotten as Radoc’s fingers stretch Levi’s hole wider, his own cock leaking precome onto the bench. They move together, rough and unhurried, the air thick with the sound of skin slapping and the wet, greedy sounds of mouths and holes taking what’s given.
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