Flynn Fenix smears soil across his chest, grinning as Jordan Starr arrives. “Shower’s free,” Flynn murmurs, soap already dripping down his abs. Jordan follows, stripping as steam engulfs them. Flynn’s lips crash onto Jordan’s, hands roaming his soap-slicked back before bending him over, tongue probing his hole. Jordan moans, bracing against the tiles as Flynn’s cock slides in, thrusting deep.
They switch—Jordan pins Flynn against the counter, his cock driving into Flynn’s ass, the rhythm brutal. Flynn’s legs hook around Jordan’s waist, his own dick bobbing untouched. Jordan’s grip tightens, slamming harder until Flynn erupts, cum streaking the mirror. Jordan pulls out, spilling into Flynn’s mouth, their lips meeting in a cum-swapped kiss.
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