[When his belt and fly are undone, he sits up and yanks everything off his lower body as quickly as he can. His eyes are blazing with heat as he gets Petre undressed as well, ignoring the shirt just as Petre did to focus on his pants and underwear. There isn't even the illusion of foreplay here, no romance whatsoever - he just gets Petre's legs up over his shoulders to better expose him, guides the head of his aching cock to his entrance with one hand, and pushes in hard. He's used to the burn by now, the pain that comes with no lubrication or prep, so there's no need to hesitate before shoving all the way in with a throaty grunt.]
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