John Magnum grips Valentin Petrov’s hips, his shaved head gleaming under the light as he slams into him from behind, the leather couch groaning beneath their weight. Valentin’s tattooed back arches, his fingers digging into the restraints as Magnum’s cock pounds deep, while his own hand slides between his legs to rim him. Before that, Magnum’s mouth seals over Valentin’s, their tongues twisting as he fingers his hole open, the air thick with the wet sounds of preparation. By the end, only sweat and the taste of submission remain.
