Dante Colle dominates with a grip so tight his fingers bruise, while Casey Jacks kneels between Alaska Thunderfuck’s spread thighs, his tongue tracing the dark-haired man’s slicked hole before pulling back to lick his own fingers clean. The blond’s muscular chest flexes as he leans in, his breath hot against Alaska’s ear while his hands dig into the tattooed man’s hips, guiding him forward. The air hums with the wet sound of a cock sliding deep, Casey’s jaw working around Dante’s thick shaft as the anchor’s grip tightens, his voice a rough growl between thrusts.
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