Bo Dean stands gripping Ludovic’s hips while the kneeling man’s tattooed chest rises with each breath, his fingers already tracing the thick ridge of his cock through the thin white cotton. The standing one leans in, lips brushing Ludovic’s neck as his other hand pulls back the underwear to expose the dark, veined length he’s already stroking. Their mouths meet hard, tongues tangling as Ludovic’s knees dig into the floor, his own cock straining against the fabric.
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