Stock: Sentenced

Tyler Hill snaps his fingers, commanding the captive Gregor Yelson to rise for his ritual cleansing. Spike and Karl Tenner seize him, their rough hands scrubbing his skin under streams of hot water, lathering every inch until he gleams. Then the feast begins—lips wrap around his shaft, tongues plunge into the cleft of his ass, devouring with hungry precision. Three massive cocks strain and twitch nearby, the sight igniting Tyler's fire; he grips his own, stroking with urgent rhythm as the scene unfolds.