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Antonio Miracle drops between your knees on the love seat, sweat still gleaming across his tattooed skin from the workout that brought him here. His lips seal around your cock and he bobs with slow, deliberate hunger — working you from base to tip in wet, dragging pulls that make your thighs tighten against his shoulders. You feel his throat flex each time he pushes your length deep, jaw stretched wide and cheeks hollowed. When you’re close, you press his head down and hold it, and he swallows every pulse without losing a drop.
