Alejandro Marbena drives into Kris Wallace with raw, unprotected force, his grip tight on the sheets as the lean, fair-skinned man arches beneath him. The blond’s fingers dig into the dark-haired, muscular one’s hips while his mouth seals over Kris’s throat, the air thick with the sound of wet suction and the slap of flesh against flesh. A hand slides between them, slick with oil, tracing the tight ring before pushing inside, then the first deep, unbroken thrust splits them open.
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