Peter Uman’s tattooed, broad-shouldered frame pins Nicolas Daner down, his dark hair slicked back as he works the other’s hole with rough precision. The slim, smooth-skinned man arches beneath him, lips parted for Uman’s tongue before his fingers slide deeper, while Daner’s own mouth takes over with slow, deliberate suction. The bed creaks as they switch, Daner flips Uman onto his stomach, his breath hot against the crack before his tongue traces the tight ring.
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