Jessy Ares grips Tyler Berg’s hips while his beard scrapes against the ropes binding him, his tattooed chest heaving as he works the other man’s mouth. Tyler’s dark hair falls over his face as Jessy’s fingers dig into his ass, then slides inside, stretching him open before the first rough thrust. The purple sheets catch the weight of their bodies as Jessy drives into him, his grip tightening around Tyler’s waist with every deep, controlled stroke.
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