Trent Summers & Elder Masters

Trent Summers secures Elder Masters’ wrists with a silk necktie while the older man’s broad shoulders tense under his touch. His fingers dig into the lean back as Summers’ mouth seals over the tight asshole, the dark hair framing a hole already slick with anticipation. The bed creaks as Summers flips him onto his stomach, the tie now a leash, and drives deep with a slow, deliberate thrust that stretches the younger man open.