Cayden Stone pins JJ Knight’s wrists above his head while the dark-haired, tattooed man below grips his own cock, his fingers already slick with precome. Stone’s weight presses down as he works his mouth over Knight’s throat, teeth scraping just enough to make the other man’s breath hitch. A hand slides between them, fingers probing deep before Stone’s hips lock into place, his thick cock splitting Knight’s hole open with rough, relentless thrusts.
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