Summer Memories

In Ludovic Canot's opulent bedroom, heavy with the scent of aged wood and silk, a fevered memory stirs—of Tony Magera locked in a sultry tangle with Sergio Soldi, the man known as Korath Fereng. Their tongues dance first, tracing heated paths across sweat-slick skin, hungry and unhurried. They drop to their knees, mouths claiming each other in a rhythm of mutual surrender, lips stretching wide, throats working deep. Tony takes Sergio first, savoring the thick pulse against his tongue. Then Sergio returns the favor, drawing out gasps that echo off the velvet walls. But Sergio seizes control, his eyes dark with command. He flips Tony onto all fours, spreads him wide, and drives his cock deep into that tight, welcoming ass. He fucks him relentlessly, long strokes building to a brutal pace, hips slamming home until pleasure borders on pain. Only when the edge sharpens does Sergio pull free, his release erupting in hot ropes across Tony's back, marking him in glistening triumph.