Antony Carter’s lean, smooth body stretches across the couch as Daniello Danure kneels between his spread legs, fingers tracing the white band still tied around his waist, then slipping lower. One grips the blond’s thigh while the other works his cock, the patterned wallpaper behind them forgotten as Daniello’s mouth seals around the head, teeth grazing the sensitive underside. The bedframe creaks when Antony rolls onto his side, pulling Daniello up to pin him down, the floral print now just another texture against bare skin.
