Carl Johnson grips Chris Kral’s head, his fingers digging into the dark hair as the other man arches back, ass raised, hole glistening with need. The blond’s smooth, lean body bends to the weight of Johnson’s thrusts, each deep stroke pulling a choked gasp from his throat. Kral’s hands clench the sheets, knuckles white, as Johnson’s cock hammers into him without mercy, the air thick with the wet slap of flesh.
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