Jordan Starr’s dark hair frames a body built for control, his tattoos tracing the lines of muscle as he holds Nico Coopa’s hips firm while fucking him deep. Nico grips the sheets, his smooth skin taut with the stretch of each thrust, the angle hitting just right. The way he takes it, no hesitation, just the force of it, makes every second count.
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