Brian Bonds grips the railings as Ryan Rose kneels, his mouth already on Bonds’ cock, tongue swirling deep while Bonds’ fingers dig into the wood, hard enough to leave marks. The smaller man’s lips glisten with spit as he takes Bonds’ full length, his own hole already slick from Bonds’ thumb pressing inside, fingers tracing the tight ring before Bonds flips him over, driving into him from behind with the fence biting into Ryan’s hips. The sun casts sharp shadows over their sweat-stained backs as Bonds’ grip tightens, each thrust slamming Ryan’s face into the wood.
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