Angel Santana leans against the chair, his dark hair slicked back, muscles rippling under smooth skin as Malik Delgaty drives into him hard, no hesitation, just the thrust of a deep fuck. The chair creaks under their weight, the angle bending him open as Malik’s grip tightens, fingers digging into his hips to hold him still. No foreplay, no build, just the wet, brutal slide of Angel’s ass stretching around him, his breath ragged as Malik pounds deeper, the sound of skin slapping filling the room.
