Mason Wyler dominates from above, his tattooed arms wrapped tight around Anthony’s waist as he drives deep into his hole. Anthony’s dark hair falls forward, obscuring his face as he grips the couch cushion, fingers working his own hole while Mason’s tongue finds his throat. The couch creaks under their weight, the only sound the wet slap of skin against skin as Mason pulls back just enough to line up again, his cock thick and veined.
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