Logan Lech grips Shane Hirch’s hips, his dark hair slick with sweat as he drives into him hard from behind, the stethoscope dangling loose around his neck. Shane’s lean body arches under him, his hole stretched wide as Logan’s cock slams home, fingers digging into his smooth, muscular back. They don’t stop for sucking or rimming, just raw, unprotected thrusts, the air thick with the sound of flesh hitting flesh. When Shane turns onto his knees, Logan’s grip tightens, his own cock jerking in his hand as he lines up again, no barrier between them.
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