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Marcus Knight guards his sterling name as an Ivy League tutor with fierce care. Yet for Vincent O'Reilly, his brightest charge, he'll toss caution aside. Their lips crash in a fevered kiss. Notebooks scatter to the floor. They stumble into Vincent's bedroom, hungry and bare. Vincent drops to his knees, swallowing Marcus's thick cock whole, tongue swirling the pulsing length. Marcus groans, fingers threading Vincent's hair, thrusting deep into that eager throat. They switch. Marcus buries his face between Vincent's firm cheeks, lapping at his tight hole, rimming with slow, teasing circles that make Vincent buck and beg. Tongues probe, slick and insistent, tasting every forbidden inch. Clothes shed in a frenzy, they collide on the bed. Vincent mounts first, sinking onto Marcus's rigid shaft, raw and relentless, riding every veined ridge until sweat beads their skin. They flip. Marcus drives in, pounding Vincent's ass with powerful strokes, bare skin slapping bare skin. Inches disappear, bodies locked in rhythm—deep, unyielding. Vincent's moans fill the room, a siren's call. Marcus chases release, hips snapping faster. He pulls out at the brink, stroking himself to eruption. Hot ropes of cum splash across Vincent's heaving chest, marking the writhing stud in sticky triumph.