Dakota Lovell’s clean-shaven face presses into Jax Thirio’s neck while his fingers slide deep into his hole, the bathroom tiles cold beneath their bare feet. Thirio stands firm, gripping the counter as Lovell’s tongue traces his rim, then pulls back to guide his own cock into position, hard, thick, and waiting. The first thrust drives them both forward, the sound muffled by the sink’s porcelain edge as they move in tight, unbroken rhythm. What starts with hands ends with sweat-slicked skin and the slow, deliberate pull of a cock buried to the root.
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