Shane wearing a ball gag as Ilya is pounding into him from behind. Shane's face is pressed into the sheets, his own spit dripping down his chin as he's recovering from his orgasm. He's waiting for Ilya pull out, let him suck him off or something, but Ilya just keeps poundinginto him and it's too much but not enough. Instinctively, Shane tries to move away, but Ilya just grips his hips, so hard he'll probably leave bruises. Shane shudders at the thought of that, his cock twitching beneath him. "Where do you think you're going?" "Too much." Shane tries around the ball gag, but all that comes out is a mumbled mess. "Mhm, to bad I can't hear you." Shane can basically hear the smile on Ilya's face. "Did you say harder?" He slaps Shane's ass, smoothing over it with his hand seconds later. Shane just moans, arching his ass despite of himself. "So greedy," Ilya says as he starts jerking Shane's cock (already hard and wet again). "Be a good boy now," he cums with a loud moan and Ilya's dick inside of him. He's exactly where he wants to be
