Feed your dark cravings when Fenix and Douglas let loose of their primitive sides! Their flesh smeared with sweat is a tapestry of flesh soaked with sweat, their actions a poem of obscene, untrammelled joy. The room is heavy with the feel of the tension as they exchange blows with erections pushing to to the limits of the cloth they are gagged with. Or can they somehow manage to (literally) keep the hots for each other in check?
