Jason Vario kneels over Trent King, his tattooed arms gripping the sheets as he drives into him with deep, relentless thrusts while King’s dark hair falls forward, obscuring his face as he moans into the mattress. The bed creaks under their weight as Vario’s muscular chest slams against King’s back, his fingers digging into the man’s hips to hold him still. Their bodies press together, slick with sweat, the only sound the wet slap of flesh meeting flesh.
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