Kurt Wild’s beard scrapes against Jackson Wild’s jaw as he grips his hips, fingers sliding deep while his mouth seals over the other’s cock. The bed creaks under their weight, the dark hair of both men tangled between them as Jackson’s head tilts back, throat working around the thick shaft. Kurt’s knuckles turn white, each slow pump of his fingers matching the rhythm of his tongue, the close-up framing the, unfiltered hunger in every pull.
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