Colby Keller’s thick beard shadows his jaw as he grips the edge of the bed, his tattoos twisting across knotted forearms while Jacob Peterson kneels behind him, fingers tracing the dip of his spine before slipping lower. The air hums with the wet sound of lips sealing around his hole, teeth grazing the sensitive skin as Colby arches into the pressure, his fists tightening into the sheets.
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