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Sumner & Derek Kage’s Leather-Bound Power Play
Sumner & Derek Kage’s Leather-Bound Power Play
Derek Kage and Sumner Blayne ignite a leather-clad power struggle in a raw, rough bareback BDSM session of domination and submission.
Derek Kage strides into the dungeon, leather creaking, his cock straining against its harness as he eyes Sumner Blayne—shirtless, bound to an X-frame, muscles taut under rope. The air reeks of anticipation and silicone lube. Derek’s gloved hand grips Sumner’s jaw, forcing eye contact. “You’re mine tonight,” he growls, though the glint in Sumner’s eyes hints at the twist to come. Derek starts slow, peeling off his gloves to mouth at Sumner’s cock, his tongue swirling the head with calculated cruelty. Sumner’s breath hitches, hips bucking against restraints, but Derek denies him release. Instead, he spins, backing onto Sumner’s shaft, impaling himself with a guttural groan. The power shift is electric—Sumner, though bound, fucks upward, drilling Derek’s ass with primal force, the slap of leather against skin echoing off stone walls.
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Derek’s commands dissolve into ragged pleas as Sumner takes control, thrusts deepening, his harness digging into Derek’s hips. “Breed me,” Derek rasps, and Sumner obliges, unloading deep with a roar, his seed sealing their pact. The scene thrives on its unpredictability. Derek’s initial authority crumbles as Sumner’s raw thrusts claim the upper hand. Derek’s harness digs into his hips, a masochist’s badge of surrender, while Sumner’s bound form becomes a piston of unchecked force. Every slap of flesh, every choked gasp, writes a new rule: in this dungeon, power isn’t taken—it’s stolen.
This isn’t just a fuck—it’s a war of wills. Leather, chains, and sweat-drenched bodies paint a portrait where dominance is fluid, and release is a weapon. Derek and Sumner redefine the game: sometimes, the truest power lies in letting go.
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