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The sun beats down on Francois Sagat's tattooed body as he poses, his mind wandering to the caress of a hard cock. Suddenly, Sir Peter is there, his massive erection tenting his pants. Sagat wastes no time, dropping to his knees and swallowing Peter's length, his tongue dancing around the throbbing head. Peter's hands find Sagat's hair, guiding him as he fucks Sagat's mouth. With a growl, Peter spins Sagat around, spreading his cheeks to reveal his pink, puckered hole. With a grunt, Peter pushes inside, his thick cock stretching Sagat wide as he pounds him hard, their bodies slapping together, sweat and precome mingling on Sagat's tattooed skin.