Simon Angel grips Danny Roddick’s hips, his blond hair slick with sweat as he pins him to the bench, straps locking them in place. Danny’s smooth, muscular body arches under the pressure, his hole already stretched by Angel’s fingers before the cock takes its place. The weight of the equipment hums around them as Angel drives in deep, the gym’s sterile air thick with the sound of flesh slapping against leather.
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