Marcus Ruhl kneels over Paddy O’Brian’s bent back, his fingers probing the tight hole while the other man watches in the mirror, then takes his cock deep into that ass. Paddy grips the edge of the bed, his dark hair damp with sweat as Ruhl’s beard scrapes his skin, switching between licking and fucking until he’s cumming hard against his own hand. The air smells of salt and muscle, the only sound the wet slap of flesh and the rasp of breath.
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