Milen Petrof’s beard scrapes Vladimir Kruty’s jaw as he grips his hips, pulling him closer for a deep kiss that turns rough when fingers dig into the smooth muscle of his back. Kruty’s mouth opens wide for Petrof’s tongue, his hands sliding down to grip the waistband of his pants before yanking them free. The bed creaks under them as Petrof’s lips trail down his throat, then lower, his teeth grazing the pulse point before his mouth seals over Kruty’s cock.
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