Dolan Wolf drives his fist deep into Dylan Saunders’ tight hole while the other clings to his shoulders, fingers probing inside. The harness straps bite into their skin as they shift between standing and bending, the dark hair of both men framing the intensity. Saunders leans forward, lips locked to Wolf’s as his fingers twist inside, the only sound the wet slap of flesh against flesh.
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