Shane Jackson kneels over Dante Colle’s spread legs, his beard scraping against the dark hair as he grips the thick cock and drags his tongue along the vein. Dante lies back on the couch, his muscular chest rising as Shane’s fingers work the tight hole before he takes the full length, hips slamming into the asshole with every thrust. The air fills with the wet sounds of sucking and the sharp gasps of fucking, their bodies slick with sweat and cum.
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