Axxl Mart grips Axel Yerel’s hips while his tattooed chest presses into the bed, fingers digging into the dark hair at his nape as their mouths crash together. Yerel’s muscular back arches, his hole already slick with anticipation as Mart’s rough palm slides down, teasing the tight ring before pulling back to lick the wetness from his knuckles. Pillows bunch beneath them as Mart pins him down, his own cock straining against the sheets, no foreplay, just the need to take him.
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