Claudio Antonelli grips Ray Randolf’s chest, his tattooed fingers digging into muscle while Randolf’s mouth seals over his, tongues twisting as they finger each other’s cocks. The bed creaks under them, their bodies slick with sweat and need, the dark ink on their arms tracing the heat between them. One pulls back just long enough to guide the other’s hand, then surges forward again, their breaths ragged as fingers work the thick, straining shafts.
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