Eli Hunter grips Wolf Hudson’s hips, his black leather harness straining as he drives the strap-on deep with rough, controlled thrusts. Wolf’s tattooed back arches against the metal bar, his fingers digging into the cold surface as Eli’s tongue swirls over his throat before plunging into his mouth. The air hums with the wet slap of flesh, the strap-on’s leather creaking with every hard, deliberate stroke.
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