James Radford’s beard scrapes against Lloyd Adams’ throat as he grips his jaw, fingers digging into the smooth skin of his neck while Aiden Jason kneels between them, his mouth already wrapped tight around Lloyd’s cock. The red jersey clings to Radford’s chest as he leans down, tongue flicking the salt on Lloyd’s lips before pulling back to watch Aiden’s lips stretch around the thick shaft, his own hands sliding up Lloyd’s thighs to yank his hips forward. The bench creaks under them as Radford pins Lloyd’s wrists above his head, his own cock jutting free, ignored for now.
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