Josh, Izan and Dominique

Josh Milk grips Izan Loren’s dark hair while Dominique Kenique kneels, his fingers probing Izan’s tight asshole with deliberate precision. The razor glints as it traces a line down Izan’s chest, leaving no room for hesitation, just the sharp sting of submission. A beer bottle clutched in one hand, Josh pulls harder, his tongue forcing itself into Izan’s mouth as Dominique’s fingers work deeper, stretching him open. The yellow sports shirt clings to Josh’s muscular frame, marking him as the one who holds the power.