JJ Knight’s dark hair and smooth, muscular frame dominate as he kneels between Dante Colle’s spread legs, his tattooed chest glistening with sweat while he works his fingers deep into the hole. Dante grips the sheets, his own broad shoulders flexing as JJ’s mouth seals over him, the suction sharp and relentless. They strip away clothes mid-act, leaving only skin and the wet sounds of lips and fingers working in tandem. The bed creaks under their weight as one takes over where the other left off.
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