Flecos Cayden grips Jacob Moon’s hips, his tattooed arms flexing as he slams into him from behind, the black harness creaking with each brutal thrust. Moon gasps into the concrete floor, his dark hair matted with sweat as Cayden’s fingers dig into his waist, fingering him while his mouth is stuffed with Cayden’s cock. The air thickens with the sound of wet slaps, the rough rhythm of their bodies locked together, no gentleness, just the, unfiltered force of Cayden’s dominance.
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