Mason Lear grips Zac Snow’s hips hard while his beard scrapes against the back of his neck, fingers already working deep into his ass as the strap-on buckles tight around his waist. Zac’s stocky frame bends low in doggy style, his hole stretched wide by Lear’s thick cock, while the other’s fist pumps furiously into his mouth, rough and unrelenting. The tattoos on Lear’s arms flex as he slams home, bareback, the sound of skin slapping skin the only warning before Zac’s body locks up.
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