Castro Supreme’s broad chest presses forward as he braces himself, his tattooed arms flexing under the weight of Scorpion King’s grip, while the bearded man’s fingers dig into his shoulders. The blond’s cock juts out, thick and flushed, as he guides it into Castro’s tight hole with slow, deliberate thrusts. His breath hitches with every push, the sound swallowed by the wet slap of skin against skin.
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