Jimmie Slater towers over Braxton Smith, his thick cock already slick with precome as he shoves the tattooed man against the metal lockers. Braxton grips the edge, his dark hair falling forward as Slater lines up and slams into him with a wet thud, the sound of flesh meeting flesh loud in the confined space. The lockers behind them reflect the glint of sweat and the strain of his ass being stretched wide, each thrust driving deeper with a rough, unhurried rhythm.
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