Tony Orlando fists Wrex Wylde

Tony Orlando’s thick fingers split Wrex Wylde’s tight hole while the dark-haired, tattooed man lies bound across the padded bench, his wrists locked in black leather. The fist slides deep as Tony’s grip never loosens, his knuckles glistening with slick heat, while Wrex’s breath hitches between kisses pressed to the restraints. The strap-on hums against his ass, teasing the stretch before the fingers drive harder, filling him without mercy.