Bart Cuban’s dark hair frames a broad, smooth chest as he pins Felix Fox, lean, light-haired, flat on his back, lips locked in a rough kiss while his fingers probe Felix’s tight hole. The couch creaks under their weight as Bart’s tongue swipes over slick flesh, then his thick cock pushes inside, stretching Felix open with slow, deliberate thrusts. No hesitation, no softness, just the, unbroken force of one man buried deep in another.
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