Lucas Knight grips Angel Rock’s hips, his dark hair framing a body built for control as he drives into him with rough, unrelenting thrusts. Angel Rock arches beneath him, his fingers tracing Lucas’s slicked-up hole before pulling back to let the cock slide deeper, the bed creaking under their weight. The angles shift, close-ups of lips locked, hands gripping, the wet slap of flesh, and the only sound is the, unfiltered rhythm of one man holding the other down.
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