Landon Mycles, broad-shouldered and slick with sweat, pins Darin Silvers to the exam table while the blond’s knuckles dig into the metal edges. Their muscles ripple as Mycles drives into him hard, the table groaning under the weight of their thrusts, no gentleness, just, unbroken force. Darin’s breath hitches between clenched teeth as Mycles’ grip tightens, his own hands gripping the sheets beneath him.
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