Derek Scott, the tattooed one with dark hair, takes Christian Wilde’s bearded, muscular body in a tight rope bind, his wrists and chest secured to the frame while Wilde’s fingers dig deep inside him. The blond’s hole clenches around the ropes as Derek’s mouth seals over his, tongue forcing its way past lips already swollen from the grip of the knots. When the ropes loosen, the only thing left is the slick sound of fingers pulling out, leaving Wilde’s ass glistening and Derek’s hands already reaching for the next grip.
