Hole Is The Toll

Rosta Benecky kneels in the dirt while Rami Mickki stands over him, gripping a strap as he drives into his ass without a condom. The smooth, muscular body beneath him takes every hard thrust, fingers already buried deep inside the tight hole. A rough tongue laps at bare skin, teeth grazing as the strap cuts into Rosta’s shoulders. The woods swallow their moans, the only sound the wet slap of flesh meeting flesh.