Quin Quire’s blond, tattooed body sprawls on the mat while Johnny Ford kneels over him, rimming hard with his dark-haired mouth as Quin grips the yellow bucket. Ford’s muscular frame leans in to kiss Quin’s jaw before sliding two fingers deep into his ass, then flipping him onto his stomach for a rough, fuck. The locker room’s concrete floor stays out of the way, only the sweat, the grunts, and the way Quin’s ass clenches around Ford’s cock matter.
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