Caleb Young grips Rob Ryder’s hips hard as he drives deep, his blond, smooth body slamming into the couch where Ryder’s dark hair and muscular frame stay pinned. Ryder’s hands dig into the fabric, his hole stretched wide as Caleb’s rhythm turns rough, each thrust pulling a low groan from his mouth. The jeans stay on, just enough to keep the focus where it belongs, on the way his fingers trace the slick heat before slipping inside.
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