Eye Contact

Nino Bacci and Emilio DiMedici ignite their hunger in a fevered tangle of muscle and desire. Nino's gaze locks on Emilio's bulge, hands roaming with bold intent. Emilio drops to his knees, lips parting to swallow Nino's rigid cock whole, tongue swirling in slick, urgent strokes. He grips Nino's hips and thrusts forward, facefucking him from above—deep, relentless plunges that make Nino gag and groan, saliva trailing like liquid fire. They shift, bodies aligning in a perfect 69, mouths devouring each other with savage relish. Nino's tongue laps at Emilio's throbbing shaft, sucking hard while Emilio mirrors the frenzy, balls tightening against heated breaths. Pleasure builds like a storm, raw and unyielding. Emilio rises, straddling Nino's lap, guiding that stiff tool inside him with a slow, teasing descent. He rides with abandon—hips grinding, ass clenching around Nino's length in rhythmic waves. His hand flies over his own cock, stroking fast and firm until ecstasy erupts; hot cum arcs across Nino's chest in pearly spurts. Nino bucks upward, chasing his own release, pounding into Emilio's heat until he shatters—flooding him with thick ropes of seed, bodies slick and spent in the afterglow.