Elio Amari gets spnaked by Sean Taylor

Elio Amari’s bald head gleams under the light as Sean Taylor’s strap cracks against his back, the sharp sting cutting through the air before his fingers dig into the wooden bench’s restraints. The bearded man’s mouth seals over Elio’s asshole, tongue probing deep while his other hand works Elio’s hole with rough precision. Every lash draws a gasp, every suck a shudder, the bench’s rough wood the only barrier between them.