Max Arion grips the glass railing as Ken Summers presses his bearded chest against his back, fingers digging into his hips while Victor D'Angelo kneels between them, his dark hair framing the slick glide of his tongue over Andrey Vic’s tight hole. The sunlight spills through the balcony, turning their sweat into highlights as Arion’s grip tightens, pulling Summers closer for a deep, open-mouthed kiss while D’Angelo’s hands grip Andrey’s thighs, holding him steady for the next thrust.
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