Collin Lust grips Jax Damon’s cock while the blond kneels, his tattooed arms flexing as he takes him deep, both men lost in the kitchen’s casual chaos, phones flashing with their own dirty proof. A half-eaten sandwich sits abandoned as Lust’s fingers dig into Damon’s hips, pulling him harder against the counter, while the blond’s tongue works the other’s hole with slow, deliberate strokes. The air smells like burnt toast and sweat as Damon’s grip tightens on the screen, capturing every second of Lust’s mouth swallowing him down.
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