Leo Rosso grips Pol Prince’s hips as he drives into him hard, the grey suit creased from the warehouse floor where they’ve been working. Pol’s mouth wraps around Rosso’s cock while his fingers dig into Rosso’s thighs, the blue suit jacket pushed back to show the muscles straining under the fabric. They move together, Rosso’s grip tightens on Pol’s waist as he slams deeper, the shelves and boxes in the background silent witnesses to the rough, unbroken rhythm.
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