Dakota Rivers grips Jesse Santana’s hips while his tattooed arms flex as he drives deep, the striped sheets tangled beneath them. Jesse’s dark hair falls forward as Dakota’s fingers tease his hole before the blunt pressure of his cock pushes in, slow and deliberate. A pillow cradles his ass as Dakota’s mouth seals over his throat, the suction sharp against his pulse. His fingers slide between Santana’s cheeks, tracing the tight ring before his tongue laps at the slick heat.
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