Pol Prince kneels over Sir Peter’s spread legs, his beard scraping against the plumber’s tattooed thighs as he drags a toothbrush between them, the bristles slick with toothpaste. Sir Peter lies flat on his back, his cock thick and flushed as Pol works the bristles down his crack, then presses his mouth around the head, swallowing deep before pulling off with a wet pop. The toothbrush gets tossed aside as Pol flips him onto his stomach, fingers probing his hole while Sir Peter grips the sheets, his ass lifting as Pol lines up and drives in hard, the plumber’s cock hitting bottom with a wet thud.
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