Damien Crosse’s shaved head glistens under the sun as he grips his cock, fingers slick with spit, while Biktor Vossou kneels behind him, tongue tracing slow circles over the knuckles of his own hand. The rooftop hums with heat as one man strokes himself, the other’s mouth hovering just above the grip, ready to take it all.
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