Dex Devall & Dillon Stone Go Wild In The Tent
Dillon Stone’s tent was rocked by the moans and thrusts of him and Dex Devall as they went wild sexually. They had gathered so much longing and passion that they could have stayed in the tent for days, having unbridled sex.
Dex’s badge digs into his chest as Dillon crowds him against the precinct wall, breath reeking of whiskey and want. “Cop kink?” Dillon whispers, ripping Dex’s fly open. The desk isn’t even clean—stacks of case files crash to the floor as Dillon shoves Dex’s face into the wood, tongue rasping over his ass like sandpaper.
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Dex bites his fist to stifle moans, legs shaking as Dillon’s thumb breaches him dry. “Louder,” Dillon growls, sinking his cock in with a wet smack. Dex’s nails claw splinters from the desk, howling when Dillon’s curve rams his prostate. Fucked raw in full uniform, Dex’s grin splits wider with each jagged thrust—mission debriefed, dignity shredded.
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