Adam Snow grips Serg Shepard’s hips, his bald head low over the red-cloth-wrapped neck as he shoves his cock into the tight asshole, the military belt digging into flesh. Serg’s hairy chest presses against the hard surface, his fingers digging into the leather straps while Snow’s tongue traces the puckered ring before his teeth grip just hard enough. The uniform’s buckles clink as he adjusts the angle, each thrust driving deeper, the scarf slipping loose around Shepard’s throat.
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