Christian Lundgren grips Giulio Pasolini’s hips, his fingers digging into the smooth, dark hair at his nape as he guides him into position, the muscular frame bent forward. Giulio’s asshole stretches tight around Lundgren’s thick cock, the first slow thrusts splitting him open with, unfiltered force. Their mouths crash together, tongues clashing as Lundgren drives deeper, the bed creaking under the weight of their relentless rhythm.
