Leather Fuck Toy

Leather does something to me, even if I'm supposed to be above it. I cinch Blake into the straitjacket, tug those heavy boots up his thighs, and watch his breath catch as the straps bite. The sight of him trussed like that hits low and hard. I roll out the Serious Bondage Fuck Cart, lock his knees open, and feel my own pulse jump. Leather pants slide against me when I climb aboard, every inch of the material tight and deliberate. His face is soft and young and begging for it, so I push straight in, cock sliding past his lips until he chokes around me. Saliva runs down his chin, but I don't give him time to catch his breath before I shift behind him and sink two fingers deep into his ass. He opens fast, hips jerking, and I replace the fingers with the real thing. One long, steady thrust buries me to the root, the cart creaking under the weight of us. The ball gag keeps him quiet, muffling every moan while I pound him. He clamps around me, muscles pulsing in time with his heartbeat, and I drive harder until we're both shaking. When I pull out he shudders, flushed and wrecked, and I stand back to take it all in. The leather, the straps, the quiet mess left on the cart. My work, finished.