
Johnny Hill wants Dillon Diaz. Chained to the leather fuck bench, Dillon lifts his legs and spreads wide. Johnny buries his face between those cheeks, tongue working deep, hand working Dillon's cock. Then the silicone manrammer slides in, thick and unforgiving, stretching him open. Johnny pumps it hard. When he pulls it out, his own cock takes its place—raw, bare, pushing in all the way. Every thrust opens Dillon wider. Johnny keeps the pace slow, deliberate, driving in deep until he can't hold it. He pulls out and shoots across Dillon's hole. Still chained down, Dillon takes Johnny's cock again while Johnny jerks him off. Thick ropes of cum land on Dillon's abs.
Johnny Hill wants Dillon Diaz. Chained to the leather fuck bench, Dillon lifts his legs and spreads wide. Johnny buries his face between those cheeks, tongue working deep, hand working Dillon's cock. Then the silicone manrammer slides in, thick and unforgiving, stretching him open. Johnny pumps it hard. When he pulls it out, his own cock takes its place—raw, bare, pushing in all the way. Every thrust opens Dillon wider. Johnny keeps the pace slow, deliberate, driving in deep until he can't hold it. He pulls out and shoots across Dillon's hole. Still chained down, Dillon takes Johnny's cock again while Johnny jerks him off. Thick ropes of cum land on Dillon's abs.