Billy Rubens drives into Jonny Castle hard, his tattoos stretching as he grips the sheets. Jonny’s smooth, muscular body arches beneath him, his dark hair slick with sweat while Billy’s fingers dig into his hips. One hand wraps around his own cock, pumping fast as his mouth seals over Jonny’s, tongues clashing. The bed creaks under their weight, the only sound the wet slap of flesh and the rough rasp of breath.
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