Spencer Laval dominates from above, his dark hair framing a muscular frame as he drives into the other with rough, relentless thrusts while the second, tattooed, gripping the sheets, holds on tight. Below, fingers dig into slick flesh, tongues trace forbidden lines, and the air thickens with the wet, desperate sounds of one being rimmed hard before the first even stops moving. The bed creaks under their weight, the only sound louder than the slap of skin against skin.
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