John Magnum grips Tyler Ford’s hips as he slams into him from behind, the wooden table’s rough edge biting into their bare skin. Tyler’s tattooed back arches, fingers digging into the wood while Magnum’s cock stretches him open, each thrust harder than the last. Their mouths crash together as Magnum’s hand slides between them, fingers slick with Ford’s need before he pulls back to watch his own cock disappear inside him. The air thickens with the sound of flesh hitting flesh, the only light catching the sweat glistening on Ford’s tattooed ribs.
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