Landon Conrad’s shaved head and hairy chest press into Logan Vaughn’s back as he kneels behind him, fingers probing his tight asshole while his lips seal over the hole. Logan lies flat on his stomach, cock thick and flushed, as Conrad’s tongue laps at it before returning to the slick, puckered entrance. Their bodies move in tight, urgent rhythm, one gripping, the other taking.
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