Bo Dean drives into Kyle King’s tight hole with rough, unrelenting thrusts while the bearded one grips his hips, fingers already buried deep inside. The tattooed man on top doesn’t slow down, his knuckles bruising the padded blue surface as he slams harder, the sound of flesh meeting flesh cutting through the air. Kyle’s breath comes in sharp gasps, his body locked beneath them as Dean’s weight pins him down.
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