Adam Herst fucks Doug Acre

Adam Herst pins Doug Acre’s wrists behind his back with tight rope loops while the third man kneels, his mouth locked over Adam’s cock as Doug gasps, fingers tangled in the restraints. The blackboard behind them scratches with chalked marks, no words, just the sharp lines of control, while Adam’s grip tightens, his knuckles white around the rope. Doug’s lips part around a finger, his body arched against the bonds as the sucking pulls him closer, the air thick with the sound of wet flesh and the creak of rope adjusting.