Alan Pekny’s beard brushes against Martin Hovor’s jaw as he grips his hips, fingers probing deep while the other’s tongue traces the seam of his ass. Pillows prop them up, Hovor’s dark hair slick with sweat as Pekny’s cock slides into him, slow and deliberate, the stretch of his hole visible in the tight grip of his fingers. The rimmed lips part for a wet, deliberate lick before Pekny’s hands return to guide him, each thrust pressing harder against the bed.
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