Watch: The masseur

Damien Crosse lies bound on his back, his shaved head and hairy chest flexing as Jessy Ares kneels between his thighs, tongue swirling deep into his asshole before gripping his hips to drive in slow, deep thrusts. The strap across his wrists keeps him pinned while Jessy rides him hard, fingers still probing his tight hole as the belt bites into his skin. Their hands clasp tight, gripping each other through the rough work, no words, just the wet slap of flesh and the way Damien’s muscles strain against the table.