Paul Canon kneels over Justin Matthews, his tattooed arms flexing as he grips the muscular man’s thighs while his tongue traces the tight ring of his asshole. Justin lies sprawled on his back, his dark hair falling over his shoulders as Paul’s fingers slip inside him, then pulls back to lick the slickness from his knuckles. The bed creaks under their weight as Paul’s cock presses against Justin’s hole, the thick head already glistening with need before he drives forward, stretching him open with slow, deliberate thrusts.
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