Ennio Guardi dominates the couch with his broad, tattooed frame while the slim, dark-haired man kneels between his legs, his fingers already buried deep inside him. The third, bearded and lean, leans in to claim his mouth with a rough, openmouthed kiss as Ennio’s head tilts back, his throat exposed. One hand grips the couch’s edge, the other tugs at the standing man’s waist, pulling him closer as the sucking begins, slow, deliberate, with a wet, hungry sound.
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