Dolph Lambert’s thick, tattooed arms grip Phillipe Gaudin’s hips as he slams into him from behind, the couch groaning under their weight. Phillipe’s dark hair falls forward, obscuring his face as Dolph’s fingers dig into his waist, then slide down to tease his hole. The air thickens with the wet sounds of lips, tongues, and the slow, deliberate thrusts that stretch him open before the first hard, unrelenting fuck.
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