Paul Canon grips Jordan Boss’s hips as he kneels between his legs, the tattooed arm wrapped tight around his waist while his mouth seals over the thick cock. Boss stands with his back to the lockers, one hand braced against the metal as Canon’s fingers dig into his ass, spreading him open before the blunt head pushes inside. The air hums with the wet sounds of lips, the slap of flesh, and the rough grind of Paul’s cock slamming into Jordan’s hole from behind.
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