Sam Williams grips the helmet tight as Kevin Tod rides him hard, his dark hair slick with sweat, muscles straining over every thrust. The bearded one’s fingers dig into the leather, guiding the motion while Sam’s tongue traces a slow path down Kevin’s spine before diving between his cheeks. A sharp rim pulls a gasp, then the cock hits deep, no lube, just, wet friction as the helmet clatters against the floor.
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