James Aaron

In the dim cell of Dungeon Live, James Aaron stands alone, jockstrap stretched tight over his hips. He slides a thick toy inside himself first, then his own hand, wrist disappearing as he works the rosebud out. Fingers stretch wider; he pushes a second load of knuckles past the rim and begins to double-penetrate his own hole with fist and toy at once. The ink on his chest heaves with every shove. He fists deeper, pulls out, jacks his cock hard, then rams his hand back in until the red bloom shows again, every thrust timed to his own rising pulse.