Luis Logan kneels on the bench with his head lowered, his bearded mouth wrapped tight around King Cuba’s cock as the other’s fingers dig into his asshole. The tattoos on King Cuba’s arms ripple with muscle as he grips Luis’s hips, his own thick shaft slick with precome while Luis’s tongue swirls deeper. The locker room’s wooden bench groans under them as King Cuba slams into Luis’s throat, his breath ragged, while Luis’s free hand jerks himself off in time.
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