Andy Star adjusts Pol Prince’s tie with deliberate precision while the measuring tape slides over his waist, marking the stretch of fabric for a perfect fit. Pol kneels between his legs, lips sealing around his cock as Andy’s fingers trace the tight ring of his asshole, then slip inside. The red velvet couch cushions their shift from tailored formality to need, suspenders discarded as Andy flips him onto his stomach, the head of his cock pressing into the slick, waiting hole.
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