Dante Colle’s muscular frame dominates Carter Woods as he pins him down, his dark hair framing a face pressed into the sheets while Dante’s tongue circles his asshole with deliberate precision. Carter’s fingers dig into the mattress as Dante’s cock slides in and out, the rhythm rough and unapologetic, his grip tightening around Carter’s hips. The bed creaks under their weight, the only sound the wet slap of flesh meeting flesh and Carter’s breath hitching between moans.
