Trevor Harris stands over Derek Kage, gripping his hips as he drives deep into his ass, while Derek’s fingers dig into the mattress, his breath ragged. The clipboard and toolbox from the first frames are gone, replaced by sweat-slicked skin and the wet slap of flesh. One man’s muscles strain as he holds Derek down, his own cock slick with pre-cum, while the other moans around a thick finger buried in his asshole. They move like workers on a shift, rough, relentless, no room for hesitation.
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