Max Schneider grips the strap-on, his shaved head gleaming under the city’s graffiti-lined walls as he drives into Billy Roberts’ tight hole with rough, relentless strokes. Billy takes it all, his own muscular frame bent over the concrete, fingers working his asshole while Max’s tongue laps at his crack. The air hums with the wet sounds of sucking and the sharp gasps of fisting, two bodies locked in the, unfiltered grind of outdoor domination.
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