Bros Before Hoes
Two bros lock eyes in a dimly lit room, sweat glistening as they trade heated whispers. One grips the other’s cock🌭 with raw desire, their breaths syncing in a primal rhythm. Flesh slaps against flesh, a silent pact of dominance and submission. Dirty promises echo in the air—no words needed, just pure, unfiltered lust.
Two bros lock eyes in a dimly lit room, sweat glistening as they trade heated whispers. One grips the other’s cock🌭 with raw desire, their breaths syncing in a primal rhythm. Flesh slaps against flesh, a silent pact of dominance and submission. Dirty promises echo in the air—no words needed, just pure, unfiltered lust.
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