Jamie Durrell dominates the balcony rail with his thick, hairy chest pressed against the glass, his dark hair framing a face that’s all sharp angles and hungry focus. The other man, clean-shaven, his light hair slicked back, stays on his knees, fingers working his hole with lube while Jamie’s mouth seals around his cock, teeth scraping just hard enough to make him groan. When he pulls back, the blond’s ass is glistening, fingers still slick from rimming, while Jamie’s own fist pumps his cock with rough, deliberate strokes, his grip leaving dark smudges on the shaft. The air smells like sweat and lube, the glass cold against their backs as the blond finally turns, offering his hole up to the railing like an invitation.
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