Brandon Anderson kneels over Dalton Riley, his tattooed arms flexing as he grips Riley’s hips while his mouth works Riley’s cock with relentless suction. Dalton’s dark hair falls forward as Brandon’s fingers slide deep, his grip tight around the sheets where they’re both tangled. The bed creaks under their weight, the only sound the wet, rhythmic pull of lips and the sharp inhale of breath when Brandon’s fingers hit just right.
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