Jake Reid’s broad shoulders block Leo McArthur’s view as he bends over the toilet, his tight ass flexing against the red brick wall while Reid grips his hips and drives deep. Leo’s knuckles whiten on the porcelain as Reid’s weight pins him down, the rhythmic slam of flesh echoing off the tiles. His fingers dig into Leo’s thighs, holding him steady as the other man’s breath hitches between grunts. The only sound is the wet slap of skin meeting skin, over and over.
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