The bearded man grips Robbie’s hips while his fingers dig into the other’s ass, pulling him flush against the rough wooden slats. Clyde’s mouth crashes down hard, tongue forcing its way past lips still slick from earlier, his grip tightening as Robbie arches back, hands braced on the railings. Their bodies press together, the heat between them undeniable as one slides a hand down to guide the other’s cock into position.
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