Acres Of Ass 1

Leather straps grip Eric Michaels in the sling. He spreads for Cole Tucker, the year 2008. Tucker drops and buries his tongue deep, licking that hole raw until Michaels starts to buck. Then Tucker stops. He draws on a cigar, flame flaring. He moves the glowing coal close—first to the nipple, then lower, kissing the ring of flesh until Michaels jerks and swears. When Tucker’s ready he pushes the wet, smoking tip inside, fucks him with it slow and cruel, then leaves the cigar stuck and smoldering between those cheeks as he steps back to watch it burn.