Rocco replaced his fingers with his cock. One long, brutal push. Logan screamed into Cutler's mouth. Rocco didn't pause—he set a relentless rhythm, each snap of his hips punching a gasp from Logan. Cutler's cock pressed against Logan's stomach, leaking onto his own abs.
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Cutler held a 78‑point lead; Logan trailed at 62. Rocco replaced his fingers with his cock