Ryan Torres grips Sam Williams’ hips as he drives into him hard from behind, the car’s hood biting into his stomach while Sam arches back, his fingers tangled in the dark hair at the nape of his neck. The air smells like sweat and oil as Torres’ cock slams home, his breath ragged against Williams’ ear while his hand wraps around his own shaft, stroking in time with the thrusts. Williams moans around Torres’ wrist, his mouth locked onto the thick vein as his fingers dig into the hood, the car’s metal groaning under their weight.
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