Jax Thirio drives into Tom Bentley hard while Cole Blue kneels behind, his tongue tracing the crack of Tom’s ass as Jax’s hands grip his hips. The scout uniforms hang loose, torn at the seams, exposing the way Tom’s body arches under the thrusts, his fingers buried deep in Cole’s hair. The tent’s dim light carves shadows over sweat-slicked skin and the rough sound of flesh slapping.
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