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Dean Young arrives at Apolo Adrii's door, his heart still scarred from old betrayals, but tonight he craves escape. He pushes the memories aside, eyes locking on Apolo's towering frame and the thick bulge straining his jeans. Eager to drown in distraction, Dean drops to his knees. He frees Apolo's massive cock, veins pulsing under smooth skin, and wraps his lips around the swollen head. He sucks with hungry rhythm, tongue swirling the uncut foreskin, savoring the salty promise of release. Apolo groans, his hands tangling in Dean's hair. He pulls back, guiding Dean to the bed—sheets crisp and white, begging to be ruined. Apolo positions him on all fours, spreads those firm cheeks, and dives in. His tongue laps at Dean's tight hole, circling the puckered ring with wet, insistent strokes. Dean arches, moaning into the pillow, his body igniting under the intimate assault. They tumble across the mattress, bare skin slapping bare skin. Apolo thrusts deep, raw and relentless, his huge cock stretching Dean wide. The bed creaks, sheets twisting into knots as they fuck with feral abandon—positions shifting, sweat-slick bodies grinding until the linens lie in disarray, a battlefield of their lust. Dean rides the edge, chasing that peak. Finally, Apolo tenses, his balls drawing tight. He pulls out, cock throbbing in Dean's grip. Thick ropes of creamy cum erupt, splattering across Dean's waiting tongue. Dean laps it up greedily, swallowing every drop from that magnificent uncut shaft, the taste lingering like sweet victory.
Dean Young arrives at Apolo Adrii's door, his heart still scarred from old betrayals, but tonight he craves escape. He pushes the memories aside, eyes locking on Apolo's towering frame and the thick bulge straining his jeans. Eager to drown in distraction, Dean drops to his knees. He frees Apolo's massive cock, veins pulsing under smooth skin, and wraps his lips around the swollen head. He sucks with hungry rhythm, tongue swirling the uncut foreskin, savoring the salty promise of release. Apolo groans, his hands tangling in Dean's hair. He pulls back, guiding Dean to the bed—sheets crisp and white, begging to be ruined. Apolo positions him on all fours, spreads those firm cheeks, and dives in. His tongue laps at Dean's tight hole, circling the puckered ring with wet, insistent strokes. Dean arches, moaning into the pillow, his body igniting under the intimate assault. They tumble across the mattress, bare skin slapping bare skin. Apolo thrusts deep, raw and relentless, his huge cock stretching Dean wide. The bed creaks, sheets twisting into knots as they fuck with feral abandon—positions shifting, sweat-slick bodies grinding until the linens lie in disarray, a battlefield of their lust. Dean rides the edge, chasing that peak. Finally, Apolo tenses, his balls drawing tight. He pulls out, cock throbbing in Dean's grip. Thick ropes of creamy cum erupt, splattering across Dean's waiting tongue. Dean laps it up greedily, swallowing every drop from that magnificent uncut shaft, the taste lingering like sweet victory.