Connor Maguire grips Donnie Dean’s hips hard while he rides him on the hood, his dark hair falling over his face as he slams down with rough, unbroken thrusts. Dean moans low, his smooth, muscular back arched as Maguire’s fingers dig into his ass, pulling him deeper with every stroke. The tire behind them creaks under the weight, a silent witness to the way Dean’s hole clenches around him, wet and tight.
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