Dante Colle sits on the edge of the bed, fingers tracing the tight ring of his hole while his cock throbs against the red sheets. The flickering candlelight carves shadows across his smooth, muscular frame as he leans forward, the weight of his own need pressing against his thighs. His dark hair falls forward, obscuring half his face as he works himself open, the air thick with the scent of sweat and candle wax.
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