Tj Hughes grips Jack Bailey’s hips as he drives into him hard, his dark hair falling over his shoulders while Bailey’s fingers dig into the sheets, his smooth, muscular back arched under the thrusts. The blond’s mouth seals over his hole as Tj’s tongue laps at the tight ring, then pulls back just long enough to slam deeper, his cock hitting the back wall with every stroke. Bailey’s ass clenches around him, his breath ragged as Tj’s fingers trace the crease before slipping inside, teasing the rim before returning to the wet heat between his thighs. The bed creaks under their weight, the only sound the wet slap of flesh and the rough gasps of two men lost in the grip of each other.
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