Mason Wyler pins Trent Locke beneath him, his dark hair falling forward as he grips the other man’s waist, fingers already sliding into his hole. Trent’s smooth, muscular body arches under the pressure, his cock already wet with Mason’s mouth working him over. The bed creaks as Mason shifts, his grip tightening around Trent’s hips, pulling him closer for deeper thrusts.
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