Beno Eker’s thick fingers grip Max King’s cock as he kneels behind him, the dark hair of his head pressed into the sheets while his body stays taut, one arm bent to brace himself. Max’s slim frame lies on his side, his hole already slick with his own fingers, the tip of Beno’s cock prodding just past the tight ring before he starts to push. The weight of Beno’s hips drives him deeper, each thrust pulling a quiet gasp from Max’s parted lips.
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