
Steve Cannon kneels in leather, ass up, taking dildo after dildo from Rob Harris. Each one bigger than the last, shoved in deep while Steve's hole is already slick and pulsing. His rim stretches, pink and raw, pushing outward like it's trying to escape. Two more men storm in—John Ferage and Marc Calles—leather creaking, fists ready. They don't waste time. Rob's knuckles sink into Steve first, twisting, opening him wider. Then Marc gets the same treatment, face down, hole wrecked. Both bottoms shake, eyes glassy, their wrecked holes twitching from the pounding. No mercy, just leather, grease, and the sound of fists driving home.
Steve Cannon kneels in leather, ass up, taking dildo after dildo from Rob Harris. Each one bigger than the last, shoved in deep while Steve's hole is already slick and pulsing. His rim stretches, pink and raw, pushing outward like it's trying to escape. Two more men storm in—John Ferage and Marc Calles—leather creaking, fists ready. They don't waste time. Rob's knuckles sink into Steve first, twisting, opening him wider. Then Marc gets the same treatment, face down, hole wrecked. Both bottoms shake, eyes glassy, their wrecked holes twitching from the pounding. No mercy, just leather, grease, and the sound of fists driving home.