Justen Moore’s grip tightens around Master Tye’s hips as he pins him to the chair, his tattoos glinting under the light while Tye’s mouth wraps tight around his cock, throat working hard. The bench creaks as Justen flips him over, fingers already probing deep inside, then slamming into his ass with rough, unrelenting thrusts. Tye’s hands grip the edge, his breath ragged, as Justen’s other hand jerks off in time with the pounding, cum spilling over his knuckles.
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