Johnny Five grips Aarin Asker’s hips, his tattooed forearms flexing as he drives deep with a rough, unrelenting thrust. The chains on his harness clink against the yellow-and-black undergarment stretched tight over Aarin’s back, his fingers digging into the muscular frame while his mouth seals over Johnny’s cock with a wet, relentless suction. Fingers probe Aarin’s hole first, slicking open the tight ring before the first hard stroke splits him apart.
