Deangelo Jackson grips Bar Addison’s hips, his thick cock buried deep as the other man’s broad shoulders strain against the weight of each thrust. Bar Addison’s knuckles whiten around his own shaft, his breath ragged as Deangelo’s every stroke sends him closer to the edge. The two move together, and relentless, with no room for anything but the hard, unyielding rhythm of their bodies.
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