Manuel Reyes presses his tattooed chest against Pol Prince’s bearded jaw, their lips locked as fingers dig into the robe’s red silk, gripping tight. Pol’s dark hair brushes the tub’s edge while Manuel’s muscular arms pin him down, tongues twisting as one hand slides between their bodies. The golden chandelier glints above as they grind together, the water rippling unseen beneath them.
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