Chris Damned grips Travis Connor’s hips, his tattooed knuckles digging into muscle as the bearded man kneels behind him, tongue already tracing the crack of his ass. Travis arches into the pressure, his dark hair falling forward as Damned’s fingers slide deep, then pulls back to tease the rim before driving into him with rough, unrelenting strokes. The chains clink against the bedframe as Damned flips him onto his back, his own cock thick and heavy, slamming home with the kind of force that leaves Connor gasping, his hands clawing at the sheets.
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