Marc Dylan and a rubber gimp

Thinking he has the entire Sektor 9 dungeon to himself, Marc Dylan kicks back on a leather padded sawhorse and fucks himself with a giant dildo. His moans attract the attention of one of the gulag’s most prolific predators, a dominant top known only for his head-to-toe rubber suit and 11-inch battering-ram cock. The mystery man silently circles Dylan and then pounces on him, stifling his cries of surprise with one hand while probing his ass with the other. He immediately whips out his enormous cock, shoves it deep in Dylan’s ass, and begins to power-fuck him. The muscular bottom rolls over and opens his hole to take every inch of the nearly foot-long rod. Dylan’s tight hole proves too much for the unknown assailant, who pulls out and blows his load, then offers his masked face to Dylan who jacks off and showers the rubber-man with cum.

Marc Dylan and rubber gimp

 

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Marc Dylan rubber gimp

Joey gets tricked into being tickled

At My Friends Feet, Joey comes over for a massage. Once again he finds himself tricked into being tickled once he is on the massage table. You would think getting tied up would clue him in, but apparently not. His amazing feet seemed even more ticklish than usual. His armpits were wide open!

Joey gets tricked into being tickled

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Scene Title: Joey

Scene Short Description: Joey’s Ticklish Massage

Joey gets tricked into being tickled

Florida Trap – Part 10

By Johnny Utah

Based on a suggestion by MetalbondNYC

The owners of the ranch I’d been working at had decided to sell the place. Bad news for me. I needed to find a new place to live and a new job. Sgt. Stiles had come over, and we walked back to the barn. It was a long quiet walk back to the barn. When we got there Sgt Stiles said, “I’m going to miss this place.”

There were just a few bales of hay and a few bits of tack around the barn. The barn had the lingering smell of horse and warm hay. Sgt. Stiles was in his sexy ass tight Wrangler jeans and a tight white T shirt. His jeans were tight enough for me to see the outline of a pair of handcuffs in his back left pocket. Sgt. Stiles ordered me to strip. That didn’t take long at all! I had on was my shorts and jock. He spun me around and cuffed me.

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