Ken Rollins grips Joel Tamir’s hips, his fingers digging into the lean frame as he drives into him bareback, the blond’s smooth skin slick with sweat. Joel kneels between Rollins’ spread legs, his dark hair brushing the sheets while he takes Rollins’ cock deep, his throat working around the thick shaft. Fingers probe, tongues lash, one holds him steady, the other traces the tight ring before Rollins flips him onto his back, the bed creaking under their urgent weight.
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