Mike Edge grips Ethan Tate’s hips, his dark hair slick with sweat as he drives deep into the kneeling man’s ass, the strap tightening around his waist. Ethan moans around Mike’s cock, his smooth, muscular body arched back as fingers dig into his thighs. The standing man’s grip is rough, his own dark hair falling forward as he guides the thrusts, each one harder than the last.
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