Max Konnor grips Xavier Zane’s wrist with a strap while Zane lies bound on the couch, his shaved head pressed into the fabric as Konnor’s muscular frame looms over him. Zane’s dark skin glistens with sweat as he sucks Konnor’s cock deep, fingers probing his own hole with practiced precision. The air hums with the wet sound of lips and the rhythmic thrust of a cock sliding into tight flesh, while Zane’s other hand grips himself, stroking hard against his own body.
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