Skyy Knox dominates with his thick, dark hair framing a body built for control, his fingers working the other man’s hole while the bearded one pins him down. The muscular top presses into the bottom’s back, their movements rough and unapologetic as the bed creaks beneath them. One grips the sheets, the other braces against the force of each thrust, their bodies locked in a rhythm that leaves no doubt.
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