Isaac Hardy’s beard scrapes Scott Harbor’s chest as he grips his thighs, fingers already working the tight hole while the blond kneels between his legs, tongue tracing the thick cockhead before taking it deep. The desk creaks under Hardy’s weight as he pins Harbor down, his tattooed arms flexing around the man’s hips, then shifts to the couch where the blond spreads his legs wide, ass raised for the slow, deliberate thrusts that leave them both slick with sweat and need.
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