Apolo Adrii Bare Bangs Hugo Dupre

The late afternoon sun warmed Hugo Dupre as he lounged on a park bench. It was then that Apolo Adrii, a photographer with a hungry look, spotted him. Apolo’s slow, appreciative gaze was impossible for Hugo to ignore. Intrigued, Hugo agreed to see Apolo’s studio.

Inside, Apolo’s hands were soon on Hugo, rubbing oil into his skin. Hugo shivered under Apolo’s touch, his resolve melting. Apolo knew exactly how to work a subject, and Hugo was quickly under his spell. The sight of Apolo’s thick cock gave Hugo a moment’s pause, but Apolo was a master at easing tension.

With his tongue, Apolo soon had Hugo begging. Hugo groaned, arching his back, wanting nothing more than to be filled by Apolo. Apolo obliged, driving into Hugo with a deep, possessive rhythm. When Apolo was close, Hugo had one final request. He wanted to taste him. With a groan, Apolo coated Hugo’s face, marking him as his own.