
Rough Top Jay Norte Destroys Rubber Fetishist Jordi Slutx
Jordi Slutx and Jay Norte plunge into a rubber fetish bareback session, transforming a dark sex dungeon into a theater of kink and conquest. Jordi Slutx, the self-proclaimed rubber fetishist, lies sprawled on the grimy floor, his bottomless red-and-black jumpsuit clinging to his frame like a second skin—a provocative contrast to Jay Norte’s minimalist dominance. Jay, clad only in a harness and leather gloves, towers over Jordi, his tattooed torso and coiled muscles radiating primal authority. The air reeks of sweat and latex, a fitting backdrop for their power exchange.
Jay wastes no time asserting control. He drags Jordi closer by the collar of his jumpsuit, forcing the rubber devotee to service his cock with slavish precision. Jordi’s tongue swirls from tip to base, polishing Jay’s shaft until it gleams under the dungeon’s flickering lights. Jay’s gloves grip Jordi’s hair, steering his head like a puppet, ensuring every lick, suck, and gag reinforces the hierarchy. Jordi’s muffled moans vibrate against Jay’s skin, his submission as much a performance as a compulsion.
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When Jay decides Jordi’s mouth has served its purpose, he hoists him into a sling, the leather straps creaking under the weight of anticipation. Jordi’s jumpsuit rides up, exposing his ass—a canvas Jay claims with bareback brutality. The first thrust draws a sharp cry from Jordi, his back arching as Jay’s cock splits him open. Jay’s gloves dig into Jordi’s hips, leaving marks that’ll linger long after the scene ends. Each piston-like drive pushes Jordi deeper into the sling, his legs splayed wide, rubber-clad thighs trembling with strain and rapture.
Jordi’s “slut” persona shines through the chaos. He claws at the chains above him, howling curses and pleas in equal measure, his hole clenching around Jay’s relentless rhythm. Jay snarls commands, demanding Jordi beg for the punishment he’s receiving. The dungeon echoes with the slap of skin on rubber, a percussive soundtrack to their debauchery.
The climax is a study in contrasts: Jay’s controlled aggression versus Jordi’s unraveling ecstasy. Jay spills inside Jordi, marking him with a grunt of triumph, while Jordi’s untouched cock erupts onto his jumpsuit—a humiliating yet euphoric finish. As Jay withdraws, Jordi’s gaping hole drips evidence of their clash, his rubber outfit now a crumpled testament to his surrender.



















