Craig Daniel’s beard scraped against Nathan Gear’s neck as he gripped his hips, fingers probing deep before his tongue found the tight hole. The dark-haired, muscular man on his back arched into the pressure, his ass clenching around the wet fingers while Craig’s breath hitched at the taste. Nathan knelt behind him, lips sealing over the puckered flesh, his hands pulling the other man’s cheeks apart as Craig drove into him with rough, relentless thrusts.
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