Sergeant Miles pins Pol Prince’s wrists with a strap while the blond’s feet drag over the bed, his dark hair tangled with sweat as Miles drives deep. The bearded one grips Pol’s hips, his tattooed chest heaving as he slams into him, fingers already working Pol’s rim before the cock even stops. The air fills with the sound of skin slapping, Pol’s breath ragged as Miles holds him down, his own weight pressing him into the mattress.
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