Jamie Eliot dominates Jim Durden with a grip that holds him down, his dark hair framing a body built for control as he pins the other man’s wrists. The strap bites into Durden’s shoulders while Jamie’s tongue works deep into his mouth, then slides lower to tease his hole with rough precision. Fingers stretch him open before the first slow, deliberate thrust drives home, each stroke pulling a choked gasp from Durden’s throat. The rope keeps him still as Jamie takes what he wants, hard, unrelenting, without mercy.
