Clark Reid’s smooth, slim frame leans over the counter as Joey Mills kneels behind him, gripping his hips while Clark’s fingers dig into the countertop. The dark hair of the one on top is slicked back, his ass tight against the cold surface as Joey’s tongue traces the seam of his hole. The sneakers stay on, no distraction, just the, unfiltered pull of Clark’s cock deep in Joey’s throat.
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