Marcelo Mastro grips Bruno’s hips, his tattoos stretched taut as he slams into him hard, the red swim trunks barely holding back the sweat. Bruno’s bearded jaw clenches around Marcelo’s cock, fingers digging into his thighs while the other man’s red cap tilts as he leans in for a deep, open-mouthed kiss. A hand wraps around a cock, pumping fast, while another traces slick lines around the tightest hole, no hesitation, no softness, just the, unbroken thrust of two bodies locked together.
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