Ian Sterling’s beard scraped against Greg Hollywood’s neck, a rough contrast to the soft groan Greg let out. Ian’s powerful, tattooed body moved with a purpose only Greg Hollywood could satisfy. That muscle bubble butt of Ian Sterling’s was a perfect handful, and Greg Hollywood took full advantage, gripping him tight. Greg’s hard cock found its target, pressing against Ian’s hairy hole, ready to claim him. Every thrust from Greg Hollywood was met with a push back from Ian Sterling, a raw and hungry rhythm. It was just the two of them, Ian Sterling and Greg Hollywood, lost in the sheer physicality of the moment. The air was thick with the scent of them, a testament to the primal connection between Ian Sterling and Greg Hollywood.
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