Damian Dragon and Walter lock into a brutal, slow-burn power struggle that turns their afternoon into a sweaty, filthy war of control. Walter moves like a predator-patient, precise, relentless-his mouth devouring Damian’s lips, then sliding down to rim him raw, tongue probing deep until the tight ring of muscle trembles. He fucks him with brutal angles, each thrust hammering the prostate until Damian leaks uncontrollably. Walter laps it up-fingers scooping pre-cum from under the foreskin, tasting it, then forcing it back into Damian’s mouth like a drug. They trade domination, each pushing the other to the edge, only to pull back with a smirk. By the time the sun fades, it’s just one light stroke and both explode-cum inside, raw, wrecked. The room is a mess, the air thick with sweat and need. And Walter still stares like he’s just getting started.
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