Pierce Paris kneels over Dante Colle’s spread thighs, his beard scraping the dark hair at his crotch while he works his tongue into the tight hole, fingers already buried deep inside. The strap bites into Colle’s wrist as he arches, gripping the sheets, his chest tattooed with jagged lines glistening under the light. Pierce switches to his cock next, swallowing hard as it pulses, his own hand pumping furiously beside him. The air fills with wet sounds, the bed creaking as Colle’s hips lift to meet the pressure, his fingers digging into Pierce’s shoulders.
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