Gio Emanuel grips Jaiere Redd’s hips, his tattooed arms flexing as he slams into him from behind, the leather jacket riding up to expose his own thick thighs. Jaiere’s sleeveless shirt clings to his sweat-slicked back while Gio’s hands dig into his waist, fingers biting into the muscle. The force of each thrust drives them both forward, the only sound the wet slap of skin against skin.
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