Tony Piagi grips Jake Andrews’ hips as he drives into him hard from behind, the bathroom countertop biting into his stomach while Andrews moans into the shower’s spray. His fingers dig into Andrews’ ass, stretching him open before Piagi’s cock slams home, the wet tile slick with sweat and need. Andrews turns, pressing his mouth against Piagi’s throat as his own hand works between them, slick with lube and desperate for more. The sink’s edge digs into Piagi’s ribs as he fucks him, the shower’s steam curling around their bodies.
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