
Simon Cox and Rob Edwards lie head to head in a sling that hangs from the ceiling. Paul Skylar drives his arm elbow-deep into Cox. At the other end Jackson Price works Edwards. Push and pull. The sling rocks between them. Sweat runs down their chests. The room stinks of leather and cum. Cocks strain against straps and chains while fists sink deeper. The men fuck the sling into a wild, grinding rhythm. No one lets up. Each thrust pulls the other man open wider, harder, wetter.
Simon Cox and Rob Edwards lie head to head in a sling that hangs from the ceiling. Paul Skylar drives his arm elbow-deep into Cox. At the other end Jackson Price works Edwards. Push and pull. The sling rocks between them. Sweat runs down their chests. The room stinks of leather and cum. Cocks strain against straps and chains while fists sink deeper. The men fuck the sling into a wild, grinding rhythm. No one lets up. Each thrust pulls the other man open wider, harder, wetter.