The dark-haired, muscular man kneels on the wet sand, his grip tight around Joe’s thick cock as he takes it deep, throat working around the shaft. The tide laps at their ankles while he swallows every inch, his jaw locked in concentration as Kaleb’s hands grip his hips, holding him steady. The sun glints off the salt on their skin as he pulls back just enough to breathe before taking him again, harder.
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