Marcello Mastro grips the sheets as Keyvn Luss drives into him, his dark hair slick with sweat, the bed creaking under the weight of their thrusts. The lube glistens on his fingers as he stretches Marcello’s hole, his own cock wet with saliva from the tight grip of his mouth. Above him, Keyvn’s muscular chest rises with each breath, his grip on Marcello’s hips never loosening as he bottoms out.
