Blain O’Connor’s tattooed arms ripple as he flexes, his dark hair catching the light from the lamp behind him, while Chase Tyler stands rigid in tight shorts, his muscles straining under the tank top. The power in his grip is, every movement deliberate as he prepares to drive into Chase’s tight hole with relentless force. No hesitation, just the heavy, unyielding rhythm of Blain pounding private.
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