Jack Andy grips Bentley Michaels’ hips as he drives into him, the ropes overhead marking the weight of his thrusts while the third man kneels between them, tongue deep in Bentley’s mouth. Bentley’s fingers dig into Jack’s thighs, matching the rough rhythm as the blond’s cock swells against his belly. The chair creaks beneath them, the only sound butting into the wet slap of flesh and the choked gasps of the man on his knees, his own hand working Jack’s balls as Bentley’s ass clenches around him.
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