For a long moment, Daryl knelt on either side of Mitch’s legs and savored the view—his ass presented to Daryl almost on a platter, his hard c**k flush against the cushion, his balls just peeking between his legs. Daryl took the well-used bottle of warming oil and squirted what little remained in his palms, then tossed the bottle aside to rub his palms together.
Rising up on his knees, he cupped Mitch’s buttocks in both hands and massaged the cheeks up, apart. With each lift, he leaned in closer, letting his stiff d**k butt up against Mitch’s backside. His fingers created a slick trail down the center of Mitch’s ass, and the next time he leaned forward, his c**k slid along the oiled flesh like two gears in a machine.
“Yes,” Mitch gasped, his voice muffled. “f**k me, Daryl. f**k me!”
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