Rafael Alencar dominates with a thick, tattooed arm flexed over a couch as Marco Paris kneels between his spread legs, his mouth locked tight around Rafael’s cock while Nick Marino watches from behind, gripping his own shaft hard enough to make veins stand out. The blond leans forward, ass raised, his fingers digging into the couch as Marco’s tongue works the underside of his shaft, while Nick’s breath hitches between sharp exhales, his hand sliding up and down with deliberate force. The room’s only furniture, chairs, a table, the couch, holds them in place as Rafael’s hips jerk forward, driving deeper into Marco’s throat.
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