Back Alley

Tony Buff rigs JR Matthews with tight red rope until the ginger hangs helpless, pale skin stretched and trembling. Buff circles, fingers already working between those spread cheeks, teasing the hole open. His cock strains against denim. One hand pulls it free and he buries his face, tongue driving deep, licking, sucking, pushing saliva into JR until the ring loosens and shines. Then Buff stands, lines up, and slams his thick shaft straight into the slick, waiting ass. Each thrust jolts the suspended body; the ropes creak but hold. Matthews takes it, moaning every time the full length sinks home. Buff drops him lower, feet touching concrete. JR drops to his knees, opens wide, forces that fat meat down his throat until spit strings from his lips to Buff’s balls. He strokes his own cock in time, sucks harder, and shoots a thick load across the floor. Buff pulls free, jerks once, twice, and paints JR’s shoulder with hot cum that slides down pale skin.