Damon Heart kneels between Lucas Fox’s spread thighs, his beard scraping against the dark hair as he grips the muscular hips and drags his tongue up the crack, while Fox arches into the couch, fingers tangled in the couch cushions. The tattooed chest rises and falls as Damon’s mouth seals over his hole, lips stretched tight around the thick entrance before he pulls back just enough to let the wet sound of suction fill the air.
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