Jack Dyer drives into Ian Frost with rough, unprotected thrusts while the blond grips the metal bed frame, his tattoos glinting under the light. Ian takes it deep, his smooth, muscular body arched beneath him as Dyer’s fingers dig into his hips, then slides inside his ass with greedy precision. The air fills with the wet sounds of sucking and the sharp rasp of bareback fucking, while one of them licks and teases the other’s rim with no hesitation.
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