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Savage Moore și Unasti
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Publ.: 19.09.2025 • Ascunde
Water falls from the soap-lathered skin of Savage Moore. It splashes against his tattoo covered chest, and trails down his sleek, smooth front. He hears the door open, then close, and he doesn't say anything. He just turns his head, expectantly, and finds his lips parted by the tongue of the new, nude man that just joined him in the shower. That's Unasti. The one who took Savage to the club last night. They've been hooking up for a few weeks now, and it was obvious to both men afterwards that they'd found something special between them. They don't need words when they're together. Unasti, taller, thicker, and in control, has free reign over his small companion, a reign that he's happy to take anytime he wants. The first thing he likes to take is Savage Moore's mouth. And Savage Moore is more than happy to be taken; he's down on his knees, swirling his tongue slowly around Unasti's cockhead, the sounds of his top lost in the echoes of the stall and under the running water. The next thin
