Aj Marshall drives Adrian Suarez hard against the counter, his grip tight on the hips as he slams into the tight hole again and again. The bald, tattooed top’s muscles strain with every thrust while Adrian’s breath hitches, his fingers digging into the countertop. Their mouths crash together as Marshall’s weight pins him down, the force of the fuck leaving no room for anything but the wet, bruising rhythm.
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