Jordan Levine holds Johnny Rapid steady as he shifts deeper, his tattooed arms flexing to keep the other pinned against the edge. The dark hair on both men contrasts with the sweat glistening on their skin, Jordan’s grip firm around Johnny’s hips. His cock disappears inside, the stretch of Johnny’s hole visible as he braces himself. The only sound is the wet slap of flesh meeting flesh, Jordan’s breath ragged with each thrust.
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