Andrei Karenin’s thick arms coil around Paolo Arreola’s hips as he pins him into the mattress, his dark hair falling forward over the smooth, sculpted muscles of his back. Paolo’s hole clenches around the thick cock thrusting inside, his fingers digging into the sheets while Andrei’s tongue traces a wet path down his chest. Fingers probe deep, slick with arousal, as the weight of him presses Paolo into the bed, his breath ragged against the first rough strokes.
