Post orgasm torment

Jason Miller’s beard scrapes against Master Avery’s chest as he laughs, his arms bound above his head by thick leather straps, while Jeof Pierson kneels behind him, gripping his exposed asshole with rough fingers. Avery’s cock swells in Jason’s mouth, his head tilted back by a clamp on his hair, the wooden frame digging into his shoulders as Jeof pulls him forward. The air hums with the snap of restraints and the wet sound of lips around thick flesh.