In the dimly lit room, Mitch Matthews' eyes widen as Dante Colle approaches, his massive, uncut cock already hard. Dante smirks, "You ready for this, Mitch?" Mitch nods, his own cock twitching in anticipation. Dante shoves him against the wall, their bodies pressed together, sweat mingling. Mitch's hands roam Dante's muscular body, feeling every ridge and valley. Dante turns Mitch around, spits on his hole, and pushes in, raw and unapologetic. Mitch gasps, his fingers clawing at the wall as Dante pounds him, their bodies slapping together. Mitch's moans fill the room, a symphony of pleasure as Dante brings him to the brink, then pulls out, making Mitch beg for more.