Judas King dominates the couch with his muscular frame, his dark hair framing a body marked by tattoos as he pins the other down by the throat, fingers already probing deep. The kneeling man, his own inked skin slick with anticipation, takes Judas’s cock in his mouth while his tongue traces slow circles around the first man’s asshole, the air thick with the wet sounds of preparation. One grips the couch cushions, the other’s breath hitches as fingers slip inside, pulling back just enough to tease before diving in again.
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