Arno Antino Plows Oliver Carter

Oliver Carter sets the tone, kissing, licking, worshipping every inch of Arno Antino’s body, his touch electric, driving Arno wild. By the time Oliver takes his cock in hand, Arno’s hips are bucking, desperate for more. Oliver teases, swirling his tongue around the head before taking him deep, and Arno takes control, fucking his throat with wild abandon. “That’s it,” Arno growls, “take my cock like a good boy.” Oliver moans in response, sucking him off with everything he’s got, Arno’s pre-cum coating his throat. Arno flips the script, pushing Oliver onto his back, devouring his cock, tongue fucking his hole with relentless precision. Oliver’s a mess of moans and pleas, begging for more.

Arno lines up, teasing Oliver’s entrance with his thick cockhead, before slamming home, their bodies slapping, the bed creaking. Oliver rides him with wild abandon, impaling himself, chasing that sweet spot. “Fuck, Arno—right there—don’t stop—” he chants, his body slick with sweat, Arno’s hands gripping his hips, leaving bruises. Arno flips him onto his back, pounding into him with brutal force, their bodies slapping, Oliver’s moans turning to screams as Arno hits that magic spot over and over. Arno’s release is a roar, his cock pulsing deep inside, filling Oliver with his seed. Oliver flexes his hole, letting Arno’s cum drool out, a smug smile on his face. “Good boy,” Arno rumbles, pulling him into a sweaty, satisfied embrace.