William Seed grips Jack Hunter’s hips as he slams into him from behind, the bench’s cold metal biting into their skin while Hunter’s fingers dig into the ladder’s rungs, his breath ragged. Seed’s tattoos ripple with each thrust, his cock buried deep as Hunter moans around the bench’s edge, his own hand working his ass. The gym’s hard surfaces amplify every slap of flesh, every desperate gasp, while Seed’s grip tightens on Hunter’s waist, pulling him back for another brutal drive.
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