Jackson Traynor kneels with his mouth open around a thick cock, his tattooed arms braced on the man’s thighs while the other stands behind him, gripping his own shaft. The living room’s shadows catch the ink on their chests as one pulls back, exposing a glistening slit, then returns to swallow hard. Their muscles ripple under the light, each pose deliberate, the air thick with the weight of what’s coming next.
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