Marty Cane grips the strap-on’s thick shaft, his dark hair damp with sweat as he pumps it into his own tight hole, the wooden frame creaking under his weight. The dildo’s wooden base digs into the green towel, his muscular body arched back in sharp, controlled thrusts. His fingers dig into the strap’s leather, the only sound the wet slap of flesh against the bench.
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