Tristan Brazer grips Johnny B’s hips hard as he slams into him, the red boxing shorts barely containing the weight of his thrusts. Johnny B’s flexed muscles ripple under the pressure, his ass pressed against Tristan’s as they grind together, fingers tangled in each other’s hair. The tattoos on their arms stand out sharp against the skin, every flex a deliberate flex, every kiss a rough demand.
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