Theo Sartera grips Anthony Corsi’s hips while he bends over the bed frame, his dark hair falling forward as Corsi’s fingers trace the thick ridge of his cock. Sartera’s mouth seals over Corsi’s, their tongues pressing hard against each other while one hand slides down to grip the base of his straining shaft. Corsi’s breath comes sharp, his own hand already wrapped tight around Sartera’s cock, stroking with deliberate force.
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