Jason Collins ,Brian Bonds
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Brian Bonds sits on the floor of a dungeon, alone and fully nude with his back against a messy brick wall. Around his neck is a mutt collar that’s been shackled above him to the wall. Brian’s dinky remains firm with the thought that hopefully he’ll get a visit today from his muscle-stud captor, Jason Collins. As luck would have it, Jason Collins cavalierly comes in his basement shirtless, dressed in leather pants and leather boots, holding a good-sized leather paddle, muscles blazing. Brian gives him his hottest puppy-dog eyes and prays to conform him, telling Jason all of the ways in which he would do so. Jason tells Brian to get up on his knees and paddles his chest and gams until Brian’s flesh turns bright pink. He affixes a pinch to each of Brian’s puffies and makes him lay on his back. Jason takes his shoe and steps right on the middle of Brian’s chest and pulls upward on the chain that unites the 2 clamps, making his squeal in pain. After the nip torment, Jason releases Brian from the wall and wraps him up in strap and strings up him from the ceiling with his donk exposed. Jason trims around Brian’s rear entrance with an electrical shaver and gets it prepped for his yam-sized cock. He then tenderizes Brian’s donk with his leather flogger. After a thorough donk striking with the flogger, Jason lets Brian down from the strap suspension and shifts him over with his face down and his donk up. With his palms still tied with strap behind his back, Jason takes hold of the cords around Brian’s wrist like a cowboy mounting a bull. He thrusts his huge fuckpole deep inside Brian’s rear entrance and pounds him deep, hard, and fast. Jason makes Brian suck his fuckpole and Brian is so revved on to suck his tormentor that he blows his own blast all over Jason’s footwear just before Jason blows his in Brian’s face.
Brian Bonds sits on the floor of a dungeon, alone and fully nude with his back against a messy brick wall. Around his neck is a mutt collar that’s been shackled above him to the wall. Brian’s dinky remains firm with the thought that hopefully he’ll get a visit today from his muscle-stud captor, Jason Collins. As luck would have it, Jason Collins cavalierly comes in his basement shirtless, dressed in leather pants and leather boots, holding a good-sized leather paddle, muscles blazing. Brian gives him his hottest puppy-dog eyes and prays to conform him, telling Jason all of the ways in which he would do so. Jason tells Brian to get up on his knees and paddles his chest and gams until Brian’s flesh turns bright pink. He affixes a pinch to each of Brian’s puffies and makes him lay on his back. Jason takes his shoe and steps right on the middle of Brian’s chest and pulls upward on the chain that unites the 2 clamps, making his squeal in pain. After the nip torment, Jason releases Brian from the wall and wraps him up in strap and strings up him from the ceiling with his donk exposed. Jason trims around Brian’s rear entrance with an electrical shaver and gets it prepped for his yam-sized cock. He then tenderizes Brian’s donk with his leather flogger. After a thorough donk striking with the flogger, Jason lets Brian down from the strap suspension and shifts him over with his face down and his donk up. With his palms still tied with strap behind his back, Jason takes hold of the cords around Brian’s wrist like a cowboy mounting a bull. He thrusts his huge fuckpole deep inside Brian’s rear entrance and pounds him deep, hard, and fast. Jason makes Brian suck his fuckpole and Brian is so revved on to suck his tormentor that he blows his own blast all over Jason’s footwear just before Jason blows his in Brian’s face.
Added: 2025-03-11 • Views: 0 • Duration: 48:32
