Hugh Hunter fucks Colin Bryant

Hugh Hunter’s gloved fist slams deep into Colin Bryant’s hole while the olive-skinned, shaved-headed man is pinned facedown, his muscular arms restrained behind his back. Hunter’s heavily tattooed arms grip Bryant’s hips as he kneels over him, the military uniform’s rigid lines cutting into the restrained man’s back. The interrogation pose, Bryant’s body locked in submission, makes every thrust of Hunter’s fist feel like a command.