Kirk Cummings gets used in a crowded bar

Kirk Cummings lets the bearded man with the tattooed chest pin him down on the couch, his muscular arms locking around his waist as the crowd blurs into indistinct shapes around them. The clean-shaven man with light hair kneels between his legs, his fingers slipping inside while Kirk’s own hand grips his cock, the wet sounds of sucking and rimming cutting through the noise. The stocky, dark-haired man watches from the edge of the couch, his own restraints tight around his wrists as the scene shifts between dominance and surrender.