Pip Caulfield pins Elio Chalamet down with a grip that leaves no room to move, his dark hair framing a face set on dominance as he drives into the other man’s ass without hesitation. Elio lies still, his smooth, muscular body tense beneath the weight, while Pip’s fingers trace his hole before his tongue follows, the bed creaking under their struggle. The air thickens with the sound of wet suction as lips seal around Elio’s cock, his breath ragged against the pressure.
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