Diary if a giglò, role play

Gustavo Cruz kneels on a pillow, his dark hair framing a muscular frame as Pol Prince stands over him, clean-shaven jaw tight with focus. Pol’s tattooed chest rises as he grips Gustavo’s hips, fingers sliding deep before his mouth seals over the asshole, tongue working relentlessly. The couch creaks under Gustavo’s weight as he jerks off, his own cock thick and flushed, while Pol’s hand wraps around his own shaft, stroking in time with the wet, hungry pressure.