Terry Ellis, the tattooed one with the dark hair and thick arms, pins Alex Morgan, clean-shaven, bearded, and built, against the couch while his fingers slide deep into his hole, then replaces them with the thick strap as he drives in hard, the couch creaking under their weight. Alex takes it, his breath ragged as Terry’s grip tightens on his hips, his mouth crashing down for a rough kiss that cuts off his moans. The strap works fast, the sound of flesh slapping wetly filling the room as Terry’s other hand grips his own cock, stroking in time with the thrusts. When he pulls back, his cum spills over Alex’s stomach, the two of them still locked together, the strap still buried deep.
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