Dakota Lovell grips the armrests as Aiden Asher kneels between his thighs, his dark hair framing a face pressed tight against the red shirt, fingers already slipping inside. The couch creaks under their weight as Aiden’s tongue traces the seam of his lips before pulling back to tease the sensitive skin beneath. His muscular arms flex as he guides himself deeper, the slick sound of flesh meeting flesh cutting through the quiet room.
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