Justin Saradon pins Tommy Poulain’s hips against the couch, his dark hair slicked back as he drives into him with rough, unrelenting strokes. Tommy’s smooth, muscular body arches under the pressure, his mouth locked around Saradon’s thick cock while his fingers dig into the couch cushions. Saradon’s grip tightens on Tommy’s waist, each thrust pulling a choked groan from his throat as he works the tight hole with relentless precision. The air hums with the wet sound of lips and the sharp inhale of breath when Saradon bottoms out.
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