FTM Eddy and Red Rider crank their third hookup into overdrive, raw passion blazing as Red mounts him doggy-style, calloused hands gripping Eddy’s hips hard enough to bruise. Eddy’s back arches, breath hitching when Red hikes his leg up mid-thrust—angle shifting, hitting spots that make Eddy’s toes curl. “Gonna fill you up,” Red growls, slamming balls-deep as Eddy begs for it, craving that primal high of being bred. Red’s release hits like a freight train—hot, thick pulses pumping deep as Eddy trembles, overwhelmed by the intimacy of carrying Red’s load inside.
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