Cole Connor lies spread-eagled on the bed, his dark hair slick with sweat as the bearded man kneels between his thighs, two fingers plunging deep into his asshole. The blond, slim-framed man leans in, his lips sealing over Cole’s mouth while the other’s tongue traces slow circles around his hole. Both grip his hips, their muscles straining as they take turns, one sucking, the other fingering, until Cole’s back arches, his breath ragged.
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