Aj Alexander grips Sam Barclay’s hips as he kneels on the raised platform, his shaved head close enough to feel the heat of Barclay’s breath before his lips lock onto the thick cock. Barclay’s fingers dig into Alexander’s shoulders, guiding him deeper as the green object clutched between them slides against skin. The tattoos on Alexander’s arms flex with every thrust, while Barclay’s grip tightens around his own shaft, his tongue tracing the underside before pulling back to lick the head.
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