Zane Anders grips Jack Hunter’s hips, his dark hair framing a face carved from muscle, while Hunter’s smooth skin glistens under the light as he bends forward, his asshole stretched tight around Zane’s thick cock. The way Zane’s fingers dig into Hunter’s waist, the way Hunter’s breath hitches when Zane pulls back just to slam home again, is all you’ll see.
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