Luke Volta pins Bjorn Nykvist down on the locker room bench, his grip tight as he drives into the blond’s ass with rough, unrelenting strokes. The towel beneath them is slick with sweat and cum, while Bjorn’s fingers dig into the bench, his mouth open in a silent gasp as Volta’s cock slams home. Volta’s dark hair hangs forward as he jerks himself off beside them, his other hand gripping Bjorn’s hip to keep him still. The air smells of exertion and need, the only sound the wet slap of flesh against flesh.
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