Ryan Kroger grips the edge of the bed, his dark hair damp with sweat, tattoos rippling across his muscular arms as he drives into Rick Fantana’s tight hole without hesitation. The bearded man below clenches hard, his body arched up to meet every brutal thrust, fingers digging into the sheets as Kroger’s weight pins him down. The only light comes from the glow of their skin, slick with oil and strain, the air thick with the sound of flesh slapping.
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