Ettore Tosi pins Dante Colle down by the shoulders while his beard scrapes against his throat, the clean-shaven man’s fingers already working the tight hole with rough precision. The muscular, dark-haired one on top latches onto his mouth, teeth grazing the lower lip as his other hand grips the sheets, anchoring them both. Dante’s ass clenches around the probing digits, his back arched off the bed as the bearded man’s tongue forces its way past his teeth.
