Spread Eagle

Tyler Saint sits spread in the Eagle’s boot-black chair, thick cock in hand, the leather creaking under every slow stroke. The bait works fast. Derrick Paul steps in, eyes locked on the prize, already bent at the waist and hungry. Saint clocks the deliberate slit in Derrick’s leather pants and smiles like a man who just got dealt the right hand. He yanks Paul ass-up over the chair arms, gloves slick, and drives both fists straight into that waiting hole. Derrick grunts, ink shifting across his back as the stretch hits deep. Tyler works him hard, knuckles popping in and out until the muscle gives and takes every inch. When he’s done stretching the greedy ass, Saint climbs up, jerks his loaded cock, and paints thick ropes across Derrick’s pale, marked cheeks.