Roman Todd’s tattooed, muscular frame pins Vadim Black beneath him, his grip tight as he guides the thick cock into the hole with slow, deliberate force. Vadim’s fingers dig into the couch, his breath ragged as Todd’s tongue traces the rim before his teeth clamp down hard. The air hums with the wet slap of flesh, the stretch of skin as the cock pushes deeper, the only sound the, unfiltered groan of a man stretched open.
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