Mason Wyler’s bearded jaw grips Brent Biscayne’s hips as he kneels behind him on the couch, fingers already working the tight hole while Brent’s head dips between his thighs for a rough suck. The blond’s cock swells against the couch cushion as Wyler’s tongue drags up the shaft, then slams back down, his grip tightening when Brent arches into the thrusts. The muscular frame of the kneeling man bends forward, his palm pressing into the couch as he drives deeper, the sound of wet flesh slapping against skin filling the room.
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