The blond, smooth, muscular man kneels on the wet sand, his blue swim trunks riding low as he takes Barron’s thick cock deep into his throat. Barron grips his hair, his own body glistening with saltwater as he leans over the dunes, fingers digging into the sand. The tide laps close, but neither of them looks away, just the, unfiltered thrusting of a cock buried in a tight, eager mouth.
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