Dylan Tides Pounds Luciano Raw

Dylan Tides’s Oscar statue glints on the shelf as Luciano handcuffs him to the bedpost, leather straps biting his wrists. “The Cabal said you begged for dangerous,” Luciano purrs, clamping Dylan’s nipples. He rides Dylan’s face first, grinding his ass over the actor’s gagging mouth, slicking himself with spit. Dylan’s cock leaks beneath him, ignored. Only when Luciano’s hole glistens does he impale himself, riding Dylan backward—harder, meaner. “Scream,” he orders, slapping Dylan’s cheek. The star obeys, roaring as Luciano milks him dry, leaving claw marks. After, Luciano pockets Dylan’s gold cufflinks. A trophy.