Fred Gets Barebacked By Damian Dragon

Fred’s throat stretches around Damian’s thick, uncut cock, tears glazing his eyes as he takes every inch. Gagging, he pulls off, flipping to straddle Damian, dragging the spit-slicked head against his clenched hole. Damian growls, hips jerking upward, but Fred teases—sinking down just enough to milk his foreskin with shallow, torturous strokes.

“Fuck me,” Damian rasps, hands bruising Fred’s hips. Fred smirks, slamming down fully, his ass gripping Damian’s shaft like a vise. The pace turns brutal—Damian’s balls slap Fred’s taint, wet smacks reverberating as Fred locks eyes with the cameraman, gaze lingering on the bulge straining against his mesh shorts.

Damian’s climax builds, but Fred clenches tighter, denying release until he arches, screaming, “Now!” Damian erupts, hips stuttering as Fred rides him through it, his own cock untouched and dripping. The cameraman adjusts his shorts, shifting closer—Fred’s grin sharpens.