Ulysses Camus grips Manuel Scalco’s hips with a tattooed forearm while his tongue circles the tight ring of his asshole, fingers already probing deep inside. The blindfolded man arches under the pressure, his muscular back straining as Camus works his fist into the stretched hole, the strap around his wrists keeping him still. Scalco’s breath hitches between licks and riming, his cock throbbing as he jerks himself off, the contrast of wet heat and rough grip making every thrust count.
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