Jack Harrer grips Sven Basquiat’s hips, his fingers sliding deep as Basquiat moans into the kiss, tongue tangled with his own. The blond’s muscular chest presses against the couch, his grip rough on Basquiat’s waist while his mouth works the other’s throat. Close-up shows teeth marks on swollen lips, fingers curled inside the tight hole. Harrer’s weight pins him down, each thrust of his fingers driving Basquiat’s breathless gasps.
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