Al Carter grips Dylan Hauser’s hips, his tattooed arms flexing as he slams into him against the locker room wall, while Dylan’s fingers dig into the red-and-white fabric tied around his waist. The other man kneels, his clean-shaven jaw tight as he sucks hard on Carter’s cock, his own hand working his own shaft with rough, deliberate strokes. A white towel lies discarded nearby, slick with sweat and oil, as Hauser’s ass clenches around Carter’s thrusts, his breath ragged with every deep, wet fuck.
By Suite703
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