Jack Hunter, bound and at Drew Dixon's mercy, whimpers as Drew's gloved hand slowly explores his tender ass. Drew takes his time, licking and probing, making Jack squirm in anticipation. Jack's pleading grows louder, and Drew finally gives in, slipping his fist inside, knuckle by knuckle. Jack's body yields, opening wider with each thrust, as Drew's forearm disappears inside him, leaving Jack panting and begging for more.