Master Aaron torments Clyde Walton

Master Aaron’s grip tightens around Clyde Walton’s wrists as ropes bind him, his shaved head gleaming under the light while the shorter, smooth-skinned man arches beneath him. Aaron’s tongue traces the tight ring of Walton’s asshole, fingers probing deep before a wet slap lands on his cheek, leaving a glistening mark. The ropes hold Walton still as Aaron’s mouth works him, each thrust of his tongue matched by the slow, deliberate pull of his fingers.