Johnny Viper’s tattooed, broad frame pins Antony Carter down on the couch, his grip rough as he guides his cock into the smaller man’s tight hole. Carter’s smooth, pale skin glistens with sweat as Viper’s fingers dig into his hips, pulling him deeper with every thrust. The yellow shirt stays on Viper’s chest while Carter’s body bends to the pressure, his lips parting around Viper’s wrist as he chokes on his own moans.
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