Dante Colle’s tattooed grip tightens around Arad Winwin’s hips as he pins him to the couch, his dark hair framing a mouth that’s already slick with spit. Arad’s fingers dig into the cushions while Dante’s tongue traces the seam of his ass, then slips inside, slow and deliberate, before his cock takes over, stretching him open with rough, unhurried thrusts. The couch creaks under them as they strip away clothes, leaving only skin and the wet sound of Dante’s cock hitting home.
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