Days Ends

Ace Byron and James Jacobs kneel over a bound, spread-eagled man while the tattooed one’s cock fills his mouth, his fingers probing the tight hole below. The blond’s rough grip on his own shaft contrasts with the deliberate slowness of his tongue tracing the crease of the asshole, teeth grazing just enough to make it sting. The strap keeps the legs wide as the other man drives in hard, his knuckles whitening around the hips, each thrust pulling a choked gasp. No barriers, just the wet, bruising weight of it all.