Paul Wagner leans over the bed, his dark hair falling forward as he grips the sheets, while Lucca Mazzi sprawls behind him, legs spread wide, his muscular frame relaxed into the mattress. One moment they’re locked together with Wagner’s hands buried in Mazzi’s hair, the other Wagner’s cock disappears between his thighs, deep and slow, his jaw tight with control. The sheets shift as Mazzi arches, his fingers digging into the bed, the only sound the wet slap of flesh against flesh.
