Louis Blakeson grips Mickey Taylor’s hips hard as he drives deep into the sand, the red wristband on his wrist marking the rhythm of his thrusts. Mickey’s tattooed arms brace against the ground, his dark hair falling forward as Blakeson’s mouth seals over his cock, teeth scraping just enough to make him gasp. The waves crash nearby while Blakeson’s fingers dig into his ass, stretching him open before the first rough, wet plunge.
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