Vince Ferelli pins Mitch Branson down, his dark hair slicked back as he grips the other’s hips and drives in hard, the bed creaking under their weight. Mitch’s smooth, muscular chest rises with sharp breaths as Vince’s tongue swipes over his lips before pulling him into a deep, open-mouthed kiss. A rough finger hooks into his hole while the other slides up to tease his cock, then Vince lines himself up and slams in without warning, the two bodies locked together in a relentless rhythm.
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