Theo Ford kneels in a mechanic’s uniform, his clean-shaven jaw tight as he drives into Arthur’s ass from behind, the car’s tire cutting into his thighs. Arthur grips the seat, his dark hair falling forward as Theo’s fingers dig into his hips, one hand still wrapped around his own cock while the other guides the thick, relentless thrusts. The uniform’s blue fabric stains with sweat as Theo’s breath hitches, his grip turning bruising on Arthur’s waist, no words, just the wet slap of flesh and the way Arthur’s legs tremble when Theo finally stills, his cock buried deep.
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