Wesley Woods grips Tom Bentley’s cock with a tattooed grip, his dark hair framing a face that doesn’t hesitate, he’s already pulling the slick head into his mouth while Bentley’s slim frame arches, fingers digging into the sheets. The air fills with the wet sound of Wesley’s throat working, his jaw locked around the shaft as Bentley’s hips buck, driving deeper with every pull.
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