Felix Fox kneels on the couch, his mouth wrapped tight around Bart Cuban’s cock while the bearded man grips the back of his head, fingers tangled in his hair. The blond’s jaw works hard as he takes it deep, his throat bobbing over the thick shaft, while Bart leans back, hands braced on the couch behind him, his own breath ragged with need.
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