Wild Bill grips the strap-on’s thick shaft, his knuckles white as he works the dildo’s harness into place, the leather creaking against his bare chest. The tufted couch beneath him sags under his weight, its fabric stretched taut where his thighs press down, while his fingers pump the silicone head with rough, deliberate strokes. The dildo’s flared base glistens with oil, its ridges already smeared as he positions it, the tip angled just so, close enough to tease, far enough to leave the hole untouched for now. His breath comes sharp through his teeth, the muscles in his arms straining as he lines it up, the harness digging into his ribs. The only sound is the wet slap of latex against leather, the dildo’s weight shifting as he adjusts his grip, the whole scene still and focused on the slow, deliberate build.
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