Lloyd Adams grips the metal frame while Evan Zero kneels, his tattooed arms wrapped around Finley Yves’s hips as he takes him deep, chains biting into the harness, the leaner man’s dark hair slick with sweat. Finley Yves arches against the restraint, his hole stretched wide as Evan’s tongue works him open before the first slow thrust. The bearded one behind him, Lloyd, watches with hungry focus, his own muscles coiled as he waits for his turn.
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