Viktor Burek’s dark hair frames a muscular frame as he kneels behind Tono Milos, gripping his hips while the blond’s hand slides down to stroke himself. Tono stands blindfolded, his fingers tracing the rigid length between his legs as Viktor positions himself. The bedroom’s couch looms behind them, silent witness to the way Viktor’s grip tightens, his breath steady against Tono’s exposed back.
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