Dimitri Venum Barebacks Charlie Ferreira

Charlie’s place was a goddamn library, walls lined with books that hadn’t seen any action since they left the printer. But tonight, those dusty pages were the last thing on anyone’s mind. Charlie was on a mission to turn Dimitri into his personal playground, and those prim and proper books were about to get an eyeful.

The moment Dimitri stepped through the door, Charlie was on him like a starving man at a buffet. He kicked the door shut with a loud bang, silencing Dimitri’s surprised “hello” with a deep, tongue-thrusting kiss that left no room for doubt about who was in charge. Charlie’s hands were everywhere, unbuckling his own belt, eager to free the beast within.

Their cocks met in a frenzy of hot, spit-slicked lust, rubbing and grinding with wild abandon. The friction was maddening, a tease of what was to come. Charlie was a man possessed, spinning Dimitri around like a ragdoll, bending him over, and diving face-first into his tight ass with the ferocity of a man starved. He tongue-fucked Dimitri with zero finesse, just raw, animal need.

Dimitri was moaning, pushing back, practically begging for more. “Fuck me, Charlie. Don’t hold back,” he panted, his voice husky with desperation. And Charlie? He was all too happy to oblige. He lined up his throbbing cock and plunged in balls-deep, no preamble, no lube, just a hard, bruising entry that had Dimitri seeing stars.

The old couch creaked and groaned under the relentless pounding, the pace as fierce as a jackhammer tearing up pavement. Dimitri’s climax was explosive, his load painting the cushions in ropes of hot spunk as Charlie’s hips continued their merciless assault.

When Charlie finally pulled out, cock glistening with the evidence of their dirty deed, he reached for the nearest thing to clean himself off—a neglected novel, its pages destined to stick together from that day forward. “Consider this your new bookmark, baby,” he growled, tucking himself back into his jeans. “Write that in your fucking diary.” And with that, he left Dimitri a panting, satisfied mess on the floor, the scent of sex heavy in the air, and the room a whole lot spicier than it had been before.