Sean Harding grips Julian Torres’s hips as he slams into him from behind, the ladder’s green rungs marking their rhythm against the wall. Torres’s shaved head leans back, his tattooed chest rising with every thrust while Harding’s hairy arms brace him open, fingers digging into the muscle of his thighs. When they stop, Harding kneels between his legs, tongue tracing the tight ring before pulling Torres’s cock into his mouth, the ladder’s shadow stretching long across their bodies.
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