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Your hands pin his wrists against the wall as you push into his tight hole from behind, his back arching into the cold surface with a sharp gasp. The spy uniform falls open around his shoulders while you drive in hard, doggy style strokes that echo off the interrogation room tiles. He grinds back against every thrust, breath ragged as you grip his hips and slam deeper. When his moans turn desperate, you pound him through the finish and feel him pulse around your cock before you pull out and paint his ass with cum.
