No Limits

Michael flips the script. Devin Franco lies blindfolded, hands roving over every inch of Michael Boston’s hard body, tasting what he can’t see. Leather binds his wrists. A crop lands across his bare ass—sharp, sudden, again. When the blindfold comes off, Devin gets a throat full of cock before Michael spins him, lines up, and sinks in raw. Doggy first, hips slamming, then on his back, legs spread wide, prostate hammered on every thrust. Devin shoots hard across his own stomach. Michael pulls out, paints that ass white, then shoves straight back in and keeps going.