Serge Cavalli dominates Matthieu Pique on a bed while a third man watches, his dark hair framing a muscular frame that presses down with controlled force. Pique’s hole is spread open as Cavalli’s fingers probe deep, his own mouth locked onto the stocky man’s cock in a tight, relentless grip. The air between them is thick with the sound of wet suction and the sharp inhale of pleasure, unbroken by anything but the, unfiltered thrust of Cavalli’s dominance.
