Aaron Hammer
Aaron Hammer throws two scenes of raw male intensity into Fistpack 16, the only series that owns him on the label. In each one he sinks wrist-deep into Mason Garet, driving double fists past the knuckles while the sling sways and leather boots scrape the floor. Garet’s rosebud blooms under the pressure; Hammer pumps it, fists it again, and jerks his own pierced cock in brutal rhythm. Oral follows—wet, noisy, demanding—then the fists resume, turning pleasure into a hard-edged contest of stretch and surrender.
Aaron Hammer
Aaron Hammer throws two scenes of raw male intensity into Fistpack 16, the only series that owns him on the label. In each one he sinks wrist-deep into Mason Garet, driving double fists past the knuckles while the sling sways and leather boots scrape the floor. Garet’s rosebud blooms under the pressure; Hammer pumps it, fists it again, and jerks his own pierced cock in brutal rhythm. Oral follows—wet, noisy, demanding—then the fists resume, turning pleasure into a hard-edged contest of stretch and surrender.
