Jack Griffin dominates Zach Alexander on his knees, his grip firm on the back of his head as lips crash together in a rough, open-mouthed kiss. The dark-haired, muscular top pins the bottom down with one hand while fingers slide between slick thighs, teasing the tight hole before diving in. The green backdrop only sharpens the focus on their bodies, one kneeling, the other looming, both caught in the act of claiming each other.
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