Rodrigo Perez grips Nick Fox’s hips through the glass, his dark hair falling forward as he slams into him hard enough to make the partition shake. The black leather harness tightens around Fox’s waist, holding him still while Perez’s fingers dig into his smooth, muscular back. Their mouths crash together, tongues twisting as Perez’s thrusts grow rougher, each one driving Fox deeper into the glass.
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