Nick Fitt pins Casey Everett’s hips down as he drives deep, his tattooed arm coiled around the man’s waist while Casey’s clean-shaven jaw clenches around the cock in his mouth. Fingers dig into the bedsheets as Fitt’s grip tightens, pulling Casey’s head up just long enough to slam back into his throat before resuming the relentless pace. The only sound is the wet slap of flesh against flesh, Casey’s breath ragged between gasps as Fitt’s cock swells inside him.
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