Gabriel Clark’s dark hair frames a broad, smooth chest marked with a bold tattoo as he kneels, gripping Mason Star’s hips with deliberate strength while his mouth works the other man’s cock with slow, deep strokes. The muscles in his arms ripple with each pull, his grip firm and unhurried as Mason Star stands rigid, his own hands tangled in Clark’s hair. The scene is all controlled dominance, no hesitation, no wasted motion.
