Dakota Payne and Kylan Kiddo dominate a couch while a third man, dark-haired, tattooed, and muscular, adjusts their position, his fingers tracing the taut skin of Payne’s back as he sucks deep. The clean-shaven Kiddo leans in, his lips locked around Payne’s neck, while the other watches, his own mouth moving against the curve of a shoulder. A guitar hums in the background, the only sound cutting through the, unfiltered grip of their bodies.
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