Joel Vargas grips Bastian Karim’s hips, his dark hair damp with sweat as he drives deep into the restrained man’s hole. Karim’s fingers dig into the straps, his mouth locked around Vargas’s cock while his tongue traces the crack of his ass. The bed creaks under their weight as Vargas pulls back, only to slam forward again, the restraints keeping Karim open for every thrust. His breath hitches around Vargas’s shaft, the suction broken only by the wet slap of flesh against flesh.
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