Deep Dic pins Aarin Asker’s wrists to the yellow padded bench with a chain, his bearded jaw tight as he grips the tattooed thighs spread wide. Aarin’s dark hair falls forward while Deep Dic’s tongue traces the rim of his hole, then slips inside, fingers working the tight asshole in slow, deliberate strokes. The moment the cock hits, Deep Dic drives deep, his muscular frame locking over Aarin as the bench creaks under the weight of each brutal thrust.
