Buddy Mason grips the locker door as Scott Demarco’s thick cock drives into him, the wet sound of flesh slapping skin filling the empty locker room. His dark hair sweats against the metal as fingers dig into his hips, pulling him harder onto the bench, while Scott’s bearded jaw works over his throat, tongue rough with need. Buddy’s own hand wraps around his cock, pumping fast as the cock stretches him open, the bench groaning under their weight.
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