Joel Birkin grips Kieran Benning’s hips hard as he drives into him, the dark-haired, clean-shaven man’s muscles straining against the chair. His tattooed forearms flex with every thrust, the sound of flesh slapping wetly filling the room. Kieran arches back, his hole stretched wide as Joel’s cock pounds deeper, the only noise the ragged breaths and the wet, rhythmic slap of skin.
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