Diego Sans leans back against the couch, his dark hair framing a muscular frame and inked skin, while Allen Lucas stands behind him, gripping his hips with a firm, commanding hold. The blond’s hands press into the cushions as the bearded one guides him forward, his grip shifting to the waistband of his pants. No words are needed, just the way Allen’s fingers tighten, pulling Diego’s ass against him before he lowers his mouth to the back of his neck.
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