Hoodies

Draven Torres drops to one knee, a cream hoodie riding up over his bare ass. Leo Forte waits in a half-zipped hoodie, face hidden, chest fur on full display. One tug and the hoodie slides off Draven’s shoulders, leaving him stripped. Leo grabs a blood-red rope and threads it tight—around Draven’s waist, cinched under his balls, up his shaft, then over his chest and throat. A quick knot through the ceiling ring and Draven swings skyward, legs spread wide. Leo plants his mouth on the exposed hole, tongue first, then fingers, pushing deep until Draven’s cries echo. When the rim gives, Leo lines up, drives in, and pounds. Every swing makes Draven helpless, hands bound, cock untouched, hole wide open. Leo pulls out at the last second, strokes once, twice, and sprays thick ropes over the stretched, hairy pucker he just wrecked.