Jay Tee drives Pax’s ass into the floor with brutal, controlled thrusts while the blond’s hands grip the edge of the bed, his muscles straining under the weight of each hard slam. Pax’s face presses into the mattress, his breath ragged as Jay Tee’s fingers dig into his hips, holding him exactly where he needs to be. The only sound is the wet slap of skin against skin, the backdrop of flags and camouflage making it feel like a mission, no mercy, no hesitation.
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