Chris Ward, Mac Masters And Rex Tempest

In a dimly lit dungeon chamber, Rex Tempest in military fatigues takes Chris Ward’s wrist deep inside his ass while Mac Masters watches. Chris works his fist in steady pumps; Rex’s body clenches around the knuckles, breathing ragged. Mac’s thick cock is already buried in Chris’s hole, his thrusts driving Chris harder into Rex. Sweat and smoke from Rex’s cigarette drift between them. The three men shift without breaking contact, Chris sliding his mouth over Mac’s shaft only long enough to wet it again before driving his fist back into Rex. Mac’s hips slam forward; Rex grunts, the stretch and pressure meeting every thrust. Muscles flex, ink glints, the leather and dog tags swing with each jolt. The camera lingers on the wet slide of fist and cock until the men finish, spent and breathing hard.