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In the dimly lit captain's quarters, the scent of the ocean and sweat fills the air. Tartaglia, his breath ragged, takes Captain X's thick, veined cock into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the head. The captain groans, his fingers tangling in Tartaglia's hair, guiding him. Tartaglia eagerly takes more, his eyes watering, but he's determined. Captain X's hips buck, fucking Tartaglia's mouth, his grunts echoing. Suddenly, he pulls out, flipping Tartaglia onto his hands and knees. He spits on Tartaglia's hole, rimming him, making him gasp and moan. Then, with a swift thrust, he enters, making them both cry out in pleasure.