Jessie Colter and Abel Archer lock into a brutal grapple on the mat, the blond’s bare knuckles digging into Abel’s tattooed biceps as he pins him down. Blue tape secures their wrists, holding them tight while Colter’s tongue traces the crease of Archer’s asshole, fingers probing deeper as he sucks the sweat from his neck. The air thickens with the sound of wet lips and the slap of skin against skin, no mercy in the way Archer’s hips buck against Colter’s mouth.
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