Fugitives, part 1

Tristan Jaxx grips the strap binding his wrists as Colton Grey kneels behind him, his beard rough against the pale skin of his neck while fingers probe the tight hole. Grey’s muscular frame bends low, tongue tracing the rim before his mouth seals over the ass, sucking deep as Tristan arches into the pressure. The tattooed back flexes under the grip of restraints, his breath ragged as Grey’s fingers slip inside, stretching him open for the slow, relentless thrust of his cock.