Get A Grip

Ian’s harness bites his chest. Blindfold cuts the light. Bobby steps in, spreads those cheeks, tongue first, then the flogger cracks skin. Ian jerks. Bobby doesn’t wait. One greased fist slides past the ring, knuckles deep, and Ian’s furry hole swallows it whole. Bobby twists, pulls free, spins Ian to face him. Ian’s cock hangs heavy; Bobby takes it to the root, throat working, spit shining the shaft. Then the flip. Bobby steps behind again, grabs leather straps like reins, slams bare cock straight into that fucked-open hole. Thrust after thrust, balls slap, load floods deep. Ian takes every inch, every drop.