Lee Wefk kneels between the muscular man’s spread legs, his beard-roughened lips tracing the crack while the other grips his own cock with a slow, deliberate grip, both of them already slick with sweat and need. The blue couch cushions press into their backs as fingers dig into ass cheeks, tongues flicking against skin still warm from the start, where they were fully dressed and now stand bare, hands tangled together.
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