Taylor Mason kneels between the slim, smooth-shouldered man in blue swim trunks, his fingers gripping the other’s wrist as he guides his cock into his mouth with slow, deliberate strokes. The bearded one lies sprawled across the floral couch, his arms stretched above his head, while the other traces his knuckles down the first’s chest, leaving a trail of wetness. Their lips brush in hungry kisses, tongues tangling as one pulls back just enough to let the other’s cock slip free, only to take it deeper. The air hums with the wet sounds of suction and the rhythmic drag of skin against skin.
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