Tyler Love grips Dante’s hips, his tattoos glinting as he pins him down on the blue couch, tongue deep in his asshole while Dante’s dark hair falls forward, hands gripping the armrests. The blond’s mouth works relentlessly, fingers digging into Dante’s thighs as he takes every thrust, his own smooth, muscular body straining over him. When they stand, both are slick and breathless, the only sound their ragged grunts as Tyler’s cock presses against Dante’s hole, demanding entry.
