Diesel Washington grips Jesse Jackman’s hips, his beard rough against the other’s neck as he pins him to the table, the leather harness biting into his shoulders. Jesse moans around Diesel’s cock, his fingers tracing the crack of Diesel’s ass before slipping inside, while Diesel’s tongue swirls deep into his throat. The table creaks under their weight as Diesel lines up, the head of his cock pressing against Jesse’s hole before driving forward with a sharp, wet thrust.
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