Felix Fox’s dark hair glistens under the sun as he leans back, his smooth, muscular chest open to Joey Mills, who kneels between his legs, lips already tracing the thick cockout straining against his waistband. The book in Felix’s lap stays unopened while Joey’s fingers work the zipper free, exposing the heavy, veined length he pulls out with deliberate hands. The poolside air hums with the wet heat of their bodies as Felix arches into the touch, his grip tightening on the edge of the seat, not to hold back, but to guide.
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