Mark Flynn’s thick fingers stretch Julian Fox’s hole open while his mouth seals around the other’s cock, teeth scraping the shaft as he works it with rough, hungry strokes. The blond’s smooth chest rises with sharp breaths as Flynn kneels between his thighs, his own dark hair framing the grip he takes, one hand buried deep, the other guiding the cock into Fox’s waiting mouth. The bed creaks under their weight, the only sound the wet slap of lips and the low, guttural groan that cuts through when Flynn finally drives into him.
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