Junior Price takes Zac West from behind, his tattoos tracing the curve of his back as he grips the hips that are already bare. The dark hair on Zac’s chest brushes against Junior’s chest as his hands slide down, fingers digging into the smooth muscle of his ass. They kiss hard, tongues tangled, while Junior works him open with slow, deliberate pressure. The only sound is the wet slap of skin against skin as he pushes deeper, Zac’s breath ragged against his shoulder.
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