Cliff Jensen’s tattooed arms stretch over Dante Blaise’s hips as he squeezes lube onto his tight hole, fingers already probing deep while Dante leans forward on the chair, breath steady. The blond’s muscular chest rises with each exhale as Jensen’s grip tightens, guiding his thumb past the first ring. No words needed, just the wet, deliberate pressure of a cock preparing to slide home.
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