Michael Del Ray grips the headboard as Jim Fit kneels behind him, his dark hair framing a body built for strength. The striped sheets crease under Del Ray’s weight, his hand pressed hard into the wood while Fit’s mouth works the thick, veined cock rising between his thighs. The air hums with the wet sound of suction, the only thing holding back the deep, unfiltered thrusts that follow.
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