Cazden Hunter grips the leather harness tight, his dark hair falling over his tattooed chest as he strokes himself hard on the couch. Domonic Michaels stands behind him, watching with a bearded intensity, his own hands already working over his own cock. The air thickens with the sound of flesh against leather and skin, both men lost in the rough rhythm of their own pleasure.
+18+17+16+15+14+13
