Jacob King & Arno Antino At CockyBoys
Jacob King and Arno Antino ignite a fiery connection in this steamy CockyBoys encounter, their chemistry crackling with raw intensity from the first touch. Jacob, all boyish charm and eager hands, wastes no time lavishing attention on Arno’s chiseled physique—his lips tracing every ridge of the French-Canadian’s sculpted torso before surrendering to the magnetic pull of Arno’s thick, throbbing cock. The room fills with lewd, wet sounds as Jacob worshipfully deepthroats him, his fingers digging into Arno’s muscular thighs as if begging for more.
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Arno—dominant yet tender—flips the script, pinning Jacob to the mattress with predatory grace. His mouth claims Jacob’s leaking cock with the same primal hunger, tongue swirling over velvet skin before devouring his tight hole. Jacob arches, voice breaking into ragged gasps that spur Arno into action. Firm hands flip Jacob onto his stomach, exposing his glistening ass just as Arno’s thick shaft slams into him, carving out a rhythm so relentless it hammers the bedframe against the wall.
Jacob’s moans grow louder, his body writhing as Arno pins him against the floor-to-ceiling window—sweat-slicked skin leaving streaks on the glass while the latter drives into him with ruthless precision. Back on the bed, Arno’s hips snap faster, unleashing a primal growl as Jacob screams through his climax, ropes of cum painting his own trembling stomach. Not done, Arno pulls out and strokes himself to eruption, drenching Jacob’s chest in hot stripes before collapsing atop him. Their lips crash together hungrily—Arno’s kiss possessive, lingering—a testament to the unexpected fire Jacob King stirred in him. The air reeks of sex, desire, and the undeniable truth: these two left nothing on the table.
