Heaven Sent

Marcos Estelito locks eyes with Matia Dellagiorna across the dimly lit room, and a spark ignites—something magical, undeniable. They draw close, hands tracing skin, lips brushing in tentative promise. This new bond pulses with fresh fire, bodies pressing together in urgent discovery. Then, as if the veil between worlds tears open, the spirit of Marcos's lost love, Martin Valdez, shimmers into form. He materializes whole, warm, alive in the air thick with desire. Providence itself smiles on them. The fallen lover steps in, his touch electric. This blessed trinity entwines—lips sucking greedily at cocks, tongues swirling over hardened lengths, fingers gripping hips as they thrust deep. They fuck with raw abandon, bodies slick and slamming, chasing oblivion in a frenzy of heaven-sent love.