Manuel Skye pins Klein Kerr’s wrists with a strap while Klein lies spread-eager, his dark hair slicked back from the bed, his muscular back arched as Skye’s tongue traces the tight ring of his asshole before slipping inside. Skye grips the taut flesh of his cock, thick and flushed, as Klein moans around the shaft pressing against his lips, fingers already probing the hot, clenched hole below. The strap keeps one wrist locked while the other clutches the sheets, his body stretched open for the deep, relentless thrusts that follow.
