Carlos Morales grips the railing, his dark hair damp with sweat, while his muscular frame bends over the poolside ledge, his ass flexing as he takes it deep. The bench behind him creaks under his weight, his smooth skin glistening where fingers dig into his hips, pulling him harder against the concrete. His breath hitches, fingers curling into the railing as he rides it, the outdoor greenery blurring behind him. The way he leans, the way he takes it, is all, unfiltered.
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