Logan Rogue and Victor D'Angelo grip Manuel Skye’s hips while he’s strapped to the platform, their tattooed arms flexing as they take turns driving into him, one with a rough, pounding rhythm, the other with slow, deliberate thrusts that leave his mouth open in a silent groan. The ropes above keep him steady as Victor’s beard brushes his shoulder, his fingers digging into Manuel’s thighs while Logan’s cock slides in and out, slick with spit and need. Manuel’s hands grip the ropes, his breath ragged as they switch positions, one jerking off while the other fucks him deep, their bodies slamming together without pause.
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