Mitch Brawn grips a belt tight around Steven Richards’ waist while he kneels on the red bench, fingers probing his asshole with rough precision. The blond’s chest hair brushes the floor as he licks the other’s hole, his beard scraping against skin, while Mitch’s fist pumps his cock with slow, deliberate force. A shoe clamps down on Richards’ thigh, holding him still as the strap tightens, no words, just the weight of dominance.
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