Holden Beau makes his move, climbing over Brogan, his tall, muscular frame, and kissing him deeply. He tugs off Brogan’s shirt, exposing his chiseled torso, and sucks on his nipple, his hands roaming, his intentions clear. Brogan’s cock is rock hard, tenting his pants, and Holden wastes no time, moving down to swallow him whole, his head bobbing, his mouth making obscene, sloppy sounds. Holden straddles Brogan, his hard cock leaking pre-cum, and Brogan takes him in his mouth, sucking, licking, worshipping. He moves lower, his tongue spearing Holden’s hole, loosening him up, his beard scratching, adding to the sensation. Holden moans, pushing back against Brogan’s face, begging for more.
Holden bends over the headboard, presenting himself to Brogan, who spits on his cock, using it as lube. He pulls Holden’s hair, using it as leverage as he slams into him, their bodies slapping, the headboard rattling. Holden moans, his body convulsing, his hole clenching around Brogan’s thick cock. Brogan sits up, and Holden impales himself, riding him cowboy, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Brogan’s hands grip Holden’s hips, his fingers digging in, leaving bruises. They move to the mirror, Brogan fucking Holden doggystyle, their eyes locked in the reflection, their bodies slapping, the mirror steaming up. Brogan’s cock is relentless, hitting that sweet spot over and over, Holden’s moans turning to screams.
On the bed, Brogan drills into Holden, their bodies moving in sync, the bed creaking under their weight. Holden’s cock is hard, leaking, his body trembling, his hole gaping, leaking cum. Brogan pulls out, stroking his cock, shooting his load onto Holden’s face, his chest. Holden strokes himself, his cum mixing with Brogan’s, their bodies slick, their hearts pounding. They collapse, spent, their bodies entwined, their breaths slowly returning to normal. Brogan pulls Holden into a kiss, his hands roaming, his body already planning round two.
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