Angel Ventura kneels on the heated bench while Mike Lobo straddles him, his dark hair damp from the steam as Ventura grips his hips and guides him into position. Lobo’s fingers trace the tight ring first, then his cock pushes deep, the rhythm rough and unhurried against the wood beneath them. Ventura’s mouth seals around the thick shaft, his glasses fogging with breath as he works the base while Lobo’s ass clenches around him. The sauna’s heat thickens the air between them, their bodies slick with sweat and need.
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