Dominic Pacifico Pounds Dieter Wolfe

The storm raged outside, but Dominic Pacifico and Dieter Wolfe were creating their own blizzard of heat inside. It started with a slow, deliberate unbuttoning of a shirt, Dominic’s eyes locked on Dieter’s. Soon, clothes were a forgotten pile on the floor. Dieter’s hands explored the hard lines of Dominic’s back as Dominic’s mouth found a sensitive spot on Dieter’s neck.

Dominic Pacifico guided Dieter Wolfe to the thick rug before the fire, his touch both commanding and tender. The only sounds were their ragged breaths and the crackling logs. Dieter arched his back, offering himself completely as Dominic Pacifico entered him. With each deep, measured thrust from Dominic, Dieter Wolfe moaned, his own fingers digging into the rug. They moved together, a rhythm built of pure need, until the world outside ceased to exist entirely.