Duncan Black’s tattooed arms flex as he grips Cameron’s hips, his dark hair falling forward while he drives into him hard from behind, the weight of his muscles pressing Cameron’s face into the sheets. Cameron’s hole clenches around him, his breath ragged as Duncan’s fingers dig into his waist, holding him steady for each deep thrust. The only sound is the wet slap of skin meeting skin, the way Cameron’s back arches when Duncan’s cock hits the perfect spot.
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