Leather Goods

Greg Dixxon walks in wearing nothing but boots, a harness, and a metal cock ring. He moves straight for Tryp Bates. First his mouth works Tryp’s boots, then he spreads Tryp’s cheeks and eats him deep. The sound is wet, greedy. Greg straightens, lines up, and drives his thick bare cock into Tryp’s hole. The warehouse throws every moan back at them. Tryp keeps the harness on while he strokes and shoots across his own chest. Greg flips him, takes the ass from behind, pounds hard, and floods it. When he pulls out, thick cum runs down Tryp’s crack. Greg steps back, boots planted, watching it drip.