Lorenzo Flexx presses his shaved head against the chain-link fence, muscles straining as he braces himself, while Ricky Larkin stands behind him, gripping the bars. The tattooed man’s back is rigid, his hole already stretched by Ricky’s thick cock, fingers digging into the fence for leverage. The air hums with the wet sound of flesh slapping against metal as Ricky drives in hard, his grip tightening on Lorenzo’s hips.
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