The tension in the air is palpable as Dante and Jair square off, bodies already coiled. Jair never takes his eyes from Dante's face as he reaches down to cup his cock in his hand, his fingers curling around it in a vice. And then suddenly Dante's hips are fiercely driving into Jair, his body banging against him like a brute animal. Their moans are in the air, the sound of them rutting like animals a universal chorus of desire and lust.
