David Benjamin pins Brody Fox down, his shaved head glistening under the cell’s bare light as he grips the bars above him, fingers already working into the other’s tight hole. Brody’s muscular frame twists against the sheets, his tattooed chest rising as David’s mouth seals over his cock, the pale skin stretched taut around the strain. When he finally flips him onto his knees, the bars dig into Brody’s shoulders as Benjamin takes him from behind, the cell’s rusted metal framing the, unbroken thrusts.
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