Wesley Woods grips Noah Jones’ hips as he drives into him from behind, his tattooed forearms flexing over the sheets while Jones arches into each thrust. The blond’s fingers dig into the mattress as Wesley’s breath hitches between licks at his hole, his own cock slick with precome. They strip in the same motion, zippers undone, shirts tossed aside, before Wesley flips him onto his back, fingers already working Jones’ tight entrance.
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