Caught Raw-Handed, Part 1

Dante Colle grips the strap tight around Michael Boston’s wrists, pinning him to the bed as his tongue drags deep into his throat, no barrier, just raw. Boston’s chest rises fast, fingers clawing at the sheets while Dante’s tattooed knuckles dig into his ribs, holding him still for the slow, deliberate fuck of his mouth. The air smells thick with sweat and the sharp bite of cum as Dante’s cock slides wet between his lips, then pushes hard into his ass, the bed creaking under their weight.