Ethan Tate grips Johnny Ford’s hips, his tattooed shoulder flexing as he drives into him hard, the black harness creaking with every thrust. Johnny’s dark hair falls forward as Tate’s fingers dig into his waist, his own ship tattooed shoulder straining against the grip. His mouth seals over Tate’s cock, tongue swirling deep before pulling back to lick the head, while Tate’s other hand slides between them, fingering him open. The harness stays tight as Tate slams forward, his breath ragged against Johnny’s ear.
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