Mitch Schif’s smooth, blond body dominates Luca Zavat’s lean frame as he pins him down on the couch, his muscular arms flexing over the smaller man’s hips. Luca takes it deep with a choked gasp, his fingers digging into the couch while Mitch’s tattooed chest rises and falls with each rough thrust. They switch positions mid-motion, Luca turns, his ass lifted high as Mitch drives into him from behind, the couch creaking under their weight. Fingers slide between them, tongues clash, and the air thickens with the sound of wet flesh and desperate breath.
