<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bf80bf">The taller male hummed with contentment once the pale flesh was revealed to him. He wanted to just throw Brad down on the pile of clothes in the corner and ravish him, but knew that a lot of men were going to be pissed off if they found out that there were flecks of semen on their clothes. The laundry room was definitely not the most romantic of places, but for their secret meetings and their quick and passionate rompsâ?¦ there wasnâ??t a better place.<br/>
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Pressing against his lover, he concentrated on the feeling of their flesh against one anotherâ??s. Soft, wrinkled, yet smooth flesh, rubbing and tugging. The mushroomed heads were trying to poke at each other, while rubbing and sliding the meaty shafts together. â??Bradâ?¦â? he whispered against the other maleâ??s lips, not daring to speak louder than whispers, even in this time of the night. His hands were not idle, as they rubbed up and down the lower back, before slipping lower to cup each cheek within his palms. While rutting against one another, he groped and molded the flesh, spreading and pressing the cheeks together to let pockets of the cool air nip at the sensitive hole in between.</span>