Paul Cassidy takes Olaf Mortensen by the hips, his grip firm as he guides him into position, the blond’s smooth chest pressed against the stocky man’s back. Olaf’s lips part for Cassidy’s tongue, their kiss deep and unhurried, while fingers slide between them, tracing wet heat before dipping inside. The close-up captures the, unfiltered thrust of Cassidy’s cock as it pushes into Olaf’s asshole, the stocky man’s breath hitching around the blond’s name.
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