Fit to be Tied

Jake Waters hangs there—bare, bound, strung up like meat for the taking. River North steps in, already hard and ready. He shoves that thick cock straight down Jake’s throat, then pulls out and slams it into his stretched hole. No prep. Just raw hunger. The ropes creak. Jake swings. Every thrust sends him rocking, impaled on River’s bare dick again and again. Sweat rolls down Jake’s abs as River grips his hips and drives in deeper, grunting with each punishing stroke. Jake moans loud, helpless, taking every inch. The harder River fucks, the tighter Jake clenches. Rope marks dig into his skin. Pleasure and pain blur. River doesn’t slow down. He fucks like he owns the body swinging on his cock.