Shane Frost is tied to a table with red cords. His outstretched arms are lashed at the wrist and his legs are spread and cinched around each ankle. Helping himself to Shane’s cock is Draven Torres, whose raven-black hair hangs down over his face. Draven uses his thumbs to spread Shane’s piss slit, teasing the opening with his tongue. He wraps both hands around the shaft of Shane’s cock, and he twists in opposing directions and pumps up and down. Realizing there’s a better way to do this, Draven reverses himself 180 degrees to sit on Shane’s face at the same time. When his hole is perfectly primed by Shane’s tongue, Draven reverses himself again, unrolls a condom onto Shane’s cock and lowers himself onto it. Flesh and muscle interact as Draven works every possible angle, ending flat on his back on top of Shane with his hips flexing madly. He extracts every bit of pleasure from the cock of his bound and prostrate partner until his twisting and gyrating spell sends him into full release.
