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Tux guy’s damp shirt clings to his ripped chest, bowtie loose as he pins you to the silk sheets in the honeymoon suite. His throbbing cock grinds your thigh, lips smashing hungry. He spreads wide and sinks onto your pole, riding savage—hips rolling wet and rhythmic, sweat flying, balls slapping deep. You own it, thrusting up feral into that tight heat till you blast ropes on his abs. VR Gay gold!