Angel Cruz kneels over Flex Xtremo’s spread legs, his tattooed arms gripping the sheets as he drives into him with rough, deep thrusts. Flex lies flat, his dark hair slicked back, while Cruz’s mouth works over his cock, first a tight, wet suction, then a slow lick up the shaft before diving back down. A finger pushes inside his hole as he rides him, the bed creaking under their weight. The air is thick with the sound of skin slapping skin and the wet, rhythmic gasps of two men locked in.
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