Jackson Traynor’s beard scrapes against Michael Jackman’s jaw as he grips his hips, fingers already working inside while the other’s cock swells between them. The tattooed one pins him down on the couch, lips locked tight as Michael rides him, the wet sounds of flesh slapping filling the room. They strip together, no hesitation, before the first thrust drives them both deeper into it.
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