Ivan James grips Arron’s hips hard while he slams into him, the tattooed chest flexing with every brutal thrust. Arron’s dark hair sweats against the wall as Ivan’s fingers dig into his waist, holding him exactly where he wants him. Their mouths crash together, teeth clashing in a kiss that’s as rough as the way Ivan’s cock stretches him open. The only sound is the wet slap of skin and the ragged breath of a man being fucked until he can’t remember his own name.
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