Alex Mecum kneels on the mat, his dark hair cropped tight and his muscles rippling as he grips the edge with precision, while Tristan Hunter stands over him, bearded, broad-shouldered, his tattooed arms flexing as he prepares to drive down hard. The weight of his body slams into Alex’s back, fingers digging into his shoulders as he takes every brutal thrust, the mat absorbing the force of each deep, relentless fuck.
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