Adam Russo

In the dim cell of Dungeon Live, Adam Russo stalks the frame in full leather harness, jock strap stretched tight over hairy thighs. He plants his boots, fists a thick dildo and drives it deep into himself, jaw clenched, breath hissing through his teeth. Sweat beads on his chest hair as the toy hammers his prostate. He rips it out, wraps a leather-gloved hand around his cock and strokes hard, muscles flexing under the harness straps. A guttural roar rips free when he shoots, thick ropes splattering the concrete floor. He stands over the mess, breathing heavy, leather creaking, jock dark with sweat.