Tommy Defendi’s tattooed, shaved head looms over Jessie Colter as he pins him down, his grip tight on the back of his neck while his thick cock slides deep into his ass. The locker’s cold metal digs into their knees as Tommy’s fingers dig into Colter’s hips, pulling him back with every rough thrust, while Colter’s own hand works his own cock in time. The air hums with the wet sounds of lips and teeth, his mouth locked onto Tommy’s throat as fingers probe and stroke, each movement deliberate, each breath a mix of pain and pleasure.
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