Where The Players Go

Olive skinned Leo Forte is especially good at ensuring that Troy Daniel's pain is mixed with pleasure. When he ropes Tony onto a padded fuck bench, about the only thing the captive can do is rear his ass upward. Leo meets it face first, roughing up that ass with deep tonguing and crude double-finger fucking. And then Leo destroys it with an unforgiving caning until the quivering flesh is distressed as an old saddle. Troy's near delirious with pain when Leo releases him, and the excited bottom gives Leo such a severe face fucking the guy can hardly stand up. They trade blow jobs until they're hot for the hardest cock manipulation they can dish up. They beat off like demons until Leo's battered balls splatter their steamy loads against Troy, and the feverish bottom flails his uncut meat so ferociously that his slit finally belches its big white globs. But they can't stop. Leo lays some asshole preppin' on Troy, getting his trench good and loose for the depth charge of a glass probe. Its bulbous head pops over Troy's tightly clenched gash. And then Leo throws such an intense fuck that neither can bear the extreme sensation, and arctic white cum loads blaze across their bellies.