Timarrie Baker grips Danny Gunn’s hips, his dark hair framing a muscular frame as he pins the bearded man to the bench, fingers digging into flesh while his cock slams home. The tattoos on his arms ripple with every thrust, the bench creaking under their weight as Danny’s breath hitches between moans. His hole clenches tight around the thick invasion, each pull drawing a guttural groan from Timarrie’s throat. The only sound is the wet slap of skin and the, unfiltered rhythm of one man dominating another.
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