Zack Randall’s beard brushes Tyler Haycock’s chest as he grips his waist, pulling him closer for a deep kiss while fingers dig into smooth, toned skin. Tyler’s mouth opens around Zack’s cock, taking him slow before his own hand slides down to stroke himself as they sit half-naked on the purple couch. Drinks spill as they shift, lips and tongues working between kisses and sucking, the only sound the wet slap of skin against skin.
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