Bareback Inquisition, part 4

Jordan Levine’s bearded, olive-skinned grip tightens around Casey Kole’s hips as he drives into him bareback, the ropes cutting into their shoulders to keep Kole pinned open. Levine’s tattoos stretch across his chest as he slams down, while Kole’s clean-shaven jaw clenches around Levine’s cock, swallowing every thrust. Fingers dig into olive skin, tongues lash at throats, and the bed creaks as Levine flips them, rimming Kole’s hole before taking it raw. No barriers, no limits, just the weight of their bodies and the rough, unbroken rhythm of it.