Leo Domenico pins Adam Wirthmore’s wrists above his head while his mouth seals around his throat, fingers already probing deep into his hole. The bearded one grinds down hard, his cock thick and veined as it splits the other open, the wooden panels behind them rough against bare skin. They strip in place, leaving only sweat and the sound of flesh slapping, his breath ragged as Domenico’s hips drive forward without mercy.
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