Kaden Roads and Casey Wood

Kaden Roads pins Casey Wood’s wrists and ankles to the red pad, his tattoos flexing as he fingers him open while Casey’s breath hitches. The ropes bite into his skin as Roads leans down, tongue tracing the tight ring before pulling back to lick slow, deliberate circles. His grip never loosens, Casey’s hole stays stretched, wet, as Roads works him with fingers and mouth, the restraints keeping him exactly where he’s meant to be.