Amone Bane Pounds Ricky’s Raw Hole
Amone Bane and Ricky meet for the second time, eager to shoot another scene for Raw Hole. Ricky’s lips barely wrap around Amone’s cock before Amone fists his hair and shoves deeper, throat flexing against the salty-sweet ache. They trade spit and precome–messy, sloppy–until Ricky straddles him, sinking inch by?? inch onto his dick with a hiss. “Fuck, you’re tight,” Amone grits, palms bruising Ricky’s hips as he grinds him down to the hilt.
No mercy. Amone flips him onto all fours, knees shoved wide, and hammers into him–balls slapping, sweat-slick skin cracking like a whip with every thrust. Ricky’s screams pitch higher, fingernails splintering the headboard as Amone’s grip locks his waist, drilling until his release floods Ricky’s guts–hot, sticky pulses that drip down his thighs.
Collapsed and shaking, Ricky barely flinches when Amone’s fist twists his cock–raw, ruthless strokes–forcing ropes of cum from his trembling body.
