Trevor Harris kneels behind Alessandro Drago, his calloused hands gliding over the dark hair and taut muscles of his back as Alessandro strokes himself with slow, deliberate strokes. The bed creaks under their weight, the sheets pulled tight against the smooth skin of his ass, while Trevor’s fingers dig into the tight flesh just above the hole. Alessandro’s grip tightens, his breath shallow as he leans forward, the head of his cock glistening with precome.
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