Randy Vigilante grips a strap-on, his smooth, slim frame pressing into the couch as the other man kneels between his thighs, fingers probing his tight asshole while his tongue traces the underside of his cock. The blond’s lips seal around the head, pulling hard as Randy shifts his hips, the dildo sliding deep with each thrust. Their bodies move in sharp, deliberate motions, one gripping, the other taking, the air thick with the sound of flesh meeting flesh.
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