Rogue Status grips Brandon Moore’s tight, hairless hole with a thick fist, his knuckles slick as he works the stretch open before sliding deeper, handcuffs locking Moore’s wrists behind him, forcing his ass up for the brutal penetration. The strap-on harness clamps to Rogue’s hips, its rigid shaft gliding in slow, deliberate thrusts while Moore’s tongue laps at the puckered ring, his breath ragged against the skin. No mercy, no hesitation, just the, unrelenting pressure of a fist and a strap-on tearing into him.
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