Avi Dar and Marc Dylan

Avi Dar grips Marc Dylan’s hips, his tie coiled tight around the other’s wrists as he presses his mouth to the tattooed back, fingers already sliding into the slick hole. The blond’s muscular chest presses against the suit jacket, his breath hot against the dark hair while his tongue traces the tight ring of flesh. Marc Dylan arches into the restraint, his asshole stretched open as Avi Dar’s cock drives in hard, the strap cutting into his skin with every thrust.