Mason Wyler’s dark hair frames a broad, smooth chest as he pins Mike Roberts beneath him, his fingers already working the tight hole while Roberts grips the sheets. The blond’s lips seal around Wyler’s cock with a slow, deliberate pull, his throat bobbing as Wyler guides him deeper. When Wyler finally drives into him, Roberts arches up, taking every thick inch with a choked groan. The bed creaks under their weight as Wyler’s grip tightens, his own breath ragged against Roberts’ ear.
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