Peter Annaud grips Alan Mosca’s hips, his dark hair framing a muscular frame as he guides himself inside, the tight heat of his asshole pulling him deeper with every thrust. Mosca’s fingers dig into the sheets, his own cock slick with saliva as Annaud’s mouth works him over, tongue swirling around the head before taking him fully. The close-up captures the wet slap of flesh against flesh, Annaud’s grip tightening on Mosca’s waist as he drives harder, the rhythm sharp and unrelenting.
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