Johnny Rapid’s tight, slicked-back hair frames a face carved from stone, his jawline sharp as the blade he grips, then drops to his knees, fingers flexing as Beaux Banks’ cock swells between them, already flushed with need. The blond’s grip is relentless, his knuckles white where they bite into the shaft, while Beaux’ breath hitches, his ass clenched against the air as Johnny’s tongue drags up the underside, slow and deliberate. The only sound is the wet slap of lips, the way Beaux’ hips twitch when Johnny’s teeth graze the vein.
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