Oscar Hart pins Zac Todd over the bench, straps securing his hips while the blond’s hands grip the wood, then the tattooed one drops to his knees, tongue swirling deep into his asshole before pulling back to lick the slickness off his fingers. Zac rides him hard, gripping the straps as Oscar’s hands slide up his thighs, fingers finding the tight heat between his legs, the only sound the wet slap of skin and the rough gasps of two men lost in the moment.
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