Jackson Radiz presses Allen King against the fence, his hands gripping the other’s hips as he drives into him hard, the rough bark digging into their backs. Allen King’s mouth opens around Jackson’s tongue, his fingers tangling in the dark hair while the other’s muscular thighs lock around his waist. The fence frames them, close enough to feel the cold metal against their skin as Jackson Radiz takes him from behind.
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