Adam Campbell grips Titus Gallen’s hips as he drives into him, his dark hair framing a face locked in, unfiltered thrusts. Titus lies spread beneath him, fingers tracing Adam’s slicked cock while his own hole clenches around the invading length. The bed creaks under their weight as Adam’s grip tightens, his breath ragged with every deep, wet stroke. Titus moans around Adam’s cock in his mouth, his smooth, muscular body arched in surrender.
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