Emir Boscatto and the bearded, muscular man dominate the couch, their hands gripping each other’s hips as the slim, clean-shaven man kneels between them, tongue deep in Emir’s throat while Viktor Rom watches from the armrest. The other two, one bearded, one not, stand behind, their fingers tracing the slick skin of the bottom’s ass as Lucas Fox’s cock twitches against his palm. The woman in the background fades into the blur, but the focus stays on the way the men move, rough and deliberate, their bodies pressed together without a single wasted motion.
