Bareback Inquisition, part 2

Buck Richards grips Damien Stone’s hips while he’s bent over, his bearded jaw locked onto the other man’s throat as fingers probe deep. The strap binds Stone’s wrists behind him, his muscular back flexing under Richards’ relentless thrusts, while his own hand jerks off in time. The air thickens with the wet sounds of lips, tongue, and the slap of skin, no barrier, just raw, unbroken force.