Jeremy Feist and Darek Kraft ignite a leather-clad inferno as a mundane delivery erupts into primal chaos. Feist’s thick, veiny cock becomes an instant weapon, and Kraft—a leather devotee with a hairy, muscled frame—demands it deep in his ass. Their kiss is a battle of tongues before devolving into a sensory overload: musky armpits, sweat-soaked leather, and the guttural growls of two alphas locked in submission.
Furniture screeches as they ravage the room—Feist’s brutal thrusts hammer Kraft’s hole, the slap of leather against skin punctuating each jackhammer drive. Kraft claws at the couch, screaming for more, his precum dripping onto the upholstery as Feist flips him into a perfect arch. Balls slap against fur, sweat drips from their chiseled frames, and the walls echo with their unrelenting grunts.
Climax detonates like a sledgehammer. Feist’s creampie floods Kraft’s guts, painting his insides thick before he collapses, their leathers fused in a sticky, cum-drenched heap. The room—a warzone of overturned tables, sweat-slicked walls, and primal satisfaction—bears witness to raw, unfiltered dominance.
This isn’t sex. It’s a leather-wrapped declaration of war.
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