The bearded man grips the blond’s hips, pressing his mouth hard against his cock as the sun glints off the water behind them. Palm fronds sway while he takes every inch, his fingers digging into the other’s thighs as the pool’s edge disappears beneath them. The blond arches, his breath ragged, as the bearded man swallows deep, no hesitation, just the wet, relentless pull of a throat that won’t let go.
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