Dolan Wolf’s thick fingers stretch Dylan Saunders’ hole open as he grips the black straps, his beard rough against the other man’s back. Saunders bends forward, his muscular chest hair pressing into the leather as Wolf adjusts his grip, fingers probing deep before the slow, deliberate thrust. The air hums with the wet sound of skin and the rhythmic pull of leather against stretched flesh.
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