Chase Coe

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Settled, now, his weight gloriously resting on the tops of Matti’s thighs, his cock leaking onto Matti’s stomach. He took hold of Matti’s hands and moved them insistently to his own hips. “Fuck me,” Luca said: sharp and clear instruction. “Wreck me. Do it.”
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