Bruno Martinez grips Hugo Gobi’s hips hard as he slams into him from behind, the wet sound of flesh meeting flesh loud over the cracked tiles. Hugo’s tattooed back arches, his breath ragged, while Bruno’s dark hair sways with each thrust, his muscular chest pressed against the younger man’s shoulders. The sun bakes their sweat onto the patterned pavement, but neither stops, Bruno’s grip never loosens, his cock buried deep as Hugo moans, fingers digging into the concrete.
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