Dante Colle grips Paul Canon’s hips, fingers probing his tight asshole while the blond leans back into the couch cushions, tie loosened but still clutched in his fist. The tattooed one pulls off his shirt, exposing a chest marked with ink, then flips him onto his back for deep, rough missionary, the fabric of his trousers still clinging to his thighs. Paul’s hole is stretched open, his breath ragged as Dante lines himself up, the belt digging into his waist before the first hard thrust drives him into the cushions.
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