Cole Connor’s beard scrapes against Max Lorde’s throat as he grips his jaw, fingers digging into the slim, tattooed shoulders while his tongue forces open the lighter mouth. Max kneels on the floor, ass raised over a chair, his hole stretched by Connor’s thick cock as fingers probe deeper, one hand gripping the backrest, the other jerking off in time with the slamming. The bearded man’s grip tightens on Lorde’s hips, pulling him back with every thrust, while his own cock leaks against the floor, ignored until the last second.
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