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A Godfather's Worship: Part 7
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2025-07-29 08:15:09The next night.
The door clicked shut behind Marcus, muffled by the thick carpet. Elias didn’t wait, he gave no chance for Marcus to shed his coat, no words, no pause. He dropped to his knees, instinct took over, and the worship began as Marcus crossed into their world. His hands stayed still, only his lips tugged Marcus’s belt loose, his teeth dragged the leather free, then unbuttoned with tongue, a game Elias ruled. Marcus leaned against the door, his jaw clenched, and his eyes burned into Elias’s head. “Too fucking eager,” he muttered with a rough voice, his cock stirred in his slacks. Elias licked Marcus’s cock, slowly, wet, savoring every inch, he traced the underside, and moaned loudly, unashamed. His tongue flicked, worshipped, and each suck a vow. Marcus grunted, thrusting gently, letting Elias lead. “Keep going, brat,” he said, his hand buried in Elias’s brown hair, anchored to the o
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