Jordan Michaels pins Travis Irons beneath him, his tattooed arm coiled tight around the smaller man’s waist as he drives into him with rough, unrelenting strokes. Travis grips the sheets, his dark hair tangled with sweat, while Michaels’ fingers dig into his hips, holding him still for every deep thrust. The bed creaks under their weight as Michaels’ mouth seals over Travis’ neck, his tongue tracing the pulse before pulling back to watch his own cock disappear again and again.
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