Andrew and Viny were shirtless on the couch. Viny lay on his back wearing only jeans, his smooth abs fully exposed. Andrew, also shirtless, knelt beside him with a hungry look.
He started slow. His fist sank deep into Viny’s stomach with heavy, deliberate punches. Viny groaned loudly, his body tensing with each thud, clearly enjoying the mix of pain and pleasure.
“F… faster,” Viny begged.
Andrew smirked and picked up the pace. His fists hammered Viny’s gut harder and faster, pounding relentlessly. Viny arched and roared, his voice breaking in agony and ecstasy.
Unable to take it anymore, Viny quickly pushed his sweatpants down, kicking them off until he was left in just his tight black underwear, his hard cock straining against the fabric.
Andrew didn’t stop. He kept punching Viny’s exposed belly faster and stronger, watching his man writhe and moan desperately on the couch, lost in pain and pleasure.
