Luka stepped out onto the terrace, his eyes riveted on Viktor Rom's muscular figure. Without a word, he grabs the hem of Viktor's shirt and pulls it off, revealing his chiseled chest and perfect abs. Luka's voice is low and full of need: "Fuck me hard, Viktor. Right now."
They barely reached inside. Viktor pushed Luka against the bedroom wall, ripping off the rest of their clothes in seconds. He dropped to his knees, spread Luka's cheeks and buried his face in that tight hole, kissing it deeply with his tongue, opening it soggy and wet, while Luka moaned and pushed for more.
When Luka shuddered and dripped, Viktor stood up, lined up his thick, throbbing cock and rammed it in with no lubricant other than saliva. He filed in with long, brutal strokes that opened Luka wide, making him gasp and clutch at the sheets. Viktor gripped his hips, seizing every square centimeter, fucking that ass.
Luka took it all in, inviting harder with each thrust. The heat was rising fast - Viktor's balls tightened and, with a deep growl, he sank to the hilt and unloaded, flooding Luka's insides with thick, hot cum. Pulse after pulse, he thrust deep, filling that wet hole until it overflowed and ran down Luka's thighs.
Viktor stayed inside for a moment longer, grinding slowly, making sure every drop stayed buried.
