Landon Conrad grips Jay Roberts’ hips as he pins him to the bench, his tattooed forearms flexing over the rough wood while Roberts arches into the pressure, lips parted for the first deep thrust. Conrad’s belt snaps taut around his waist as he drives in, the woods swallowing their groans, while Roberts’ fingers dig into the bark, his mouth sealing around Conrad’s cock with a wet, hungry sound. Conrad’s dark hair falls forward as he pulls back just enough to lick the precome from his lips, then slams back in, the strap cutting into his thighs with every brutal stroke.
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