Max Arion takes Randy Junior’s mouth while his hands grip the other’s shoulders, fingers digging into the smooth, muscular back as the camera clicks between them. The dark hair frames their faces, tangled with sweat as one guides the other’s head lower, teeth scraping over lips before the tongue pushes in. Randy’s grip tightens on Arion’s waist, pulling him closer as the flash fills the room with sharp white bursts.
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