Antony Lorca pins Jacq Broyard down on the couch, his dark hair framing a muscular frame as he drives deep with relentless thrusts. Jacq’s smooth skin glistens with sweat while Antony’s fingers trace his hole before the cock takes over, tongue and lips already working his mouth in a rough, unhurried rhythm. The first touch of his cock splits him open, the stretch visible as Antony’s grip tightens, no hesitation, just the force of it.
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