Matthew Rush pins Seth Knight’s hips down while his tattooed chest presses into the couch, fingers already working the tight hole that’s already slick with his own spit. Seth gasps as Rush’s mouth seals over his cock, teeth scraping the thick shaft before he takes it deep, gagging just enough to make Rush’s grip on his thighs tighten. The couch creaks under them as Rush’s tongue swirls around the head, then slides down to rim Seth’s ass, his own cock twitching against the fabric.
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