Jimmy Durano grips Jack Hunter’s hips hard as he slams into him, the dark-haired, clean-shaven man’s muscles straining under the force. Hunter’s ass clenches tight around him, his breath ragged as Durano’s fingers dig into his waist, no hesitation, just, relentless fucking. The only sound is the wet slap of skin, the way Hunter’s back arches when Durano hits deep.
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