Owen Jackson’s beard scrapes Aaron Aurora’s chest as he grips his waist, fingers probing deep while the other’s tongue traces the crack of his ass. The sauna steam thickens the air as Owen’s mouth seals around his hole, lips stretched tight over slick flesh, while Aaron’s hands grip the wooden bench, his breath ragged. Red shorts peek between thighs as fingers twist inside, pulling a choked gasp from Aaron’s throat.
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