Andrei Karenin grips Derek Caravaggio’s hips, his dark hair framing a broad, muscular frame as he pins him down with a rough, dominant thrust. Caravaggio’s smooth skin glistens under the bedsheets, his hole stretched open as fingers and cock take turns claiming him, first with slow, deliberate strokes, then with the deep, relentless drive of a fuck that leaves no doubt who’s in charge. Pillows prop him up, tilting his ass higher for the final, unbroken pounding where every inch of Andrei’s cock disappears inside him.
