Footing Videos
Davin Strong & Ryan Sebastian
Leather Goods
Coach My Hole
Fistpack 21 - All Hands On Deck
Barefoot And Fisted
Push Pull Squat THRUST
Push Pull Squat THRUST
Fistpack 5 - Anal Tap
Footing is fisting with the other limb: a foot pushed into a hole already opened by a hand, toes first, then the whole arch. On Fisting Inferno it is rare and extreme, 8 footing scenes from Club Inferno Dungeon and Fisting Central, bottoms who take a foot in the sling as calmly as a wrist, filmed close and without a cut, in HD.
Ryan Sebastian steps in like he owns the room—long, lean, ink climbing his arms and chest. He takes Davin Strong, the muscle-bound bodybuilder, and throws him in a cage. The door slams, metal rattles. Ryan doesn't waste time. His flogger cuts the air and lands hard across Davin's back, each strike loud and sharp. Davin grunts, stays on his knees. Boots scrape concrete. Ryan plants one heavy sole on the bars, and Davin leans in, tongue working the leather like it's the only thing that matters. Sweat beads on his shaved head. Ryan drags him out, shoves him face-down on the bench, and ties him spread-eagle, arms stretched, ass up. No slack, no mercy. He pops the cap on the lube, works two thick fingers deep, then three, opening Davin up. Davin pushes back, hungry for it. Ryan lines up his long cock and drives in slow, balls-deep, until every inch disappears inside that thick, muscled ass. He fucks hard, hips snapping, the cage creaking with every thrust. Davin takes it, muscles flexing, hole stretched tight around Ryan's shaft. The room fills with the wet slap of skin and the low, steady growl coming from both of them.
Ryan Sebastian steps in like he owns the room—long, lean, ink climbing his arms and chest. He takes Davin Strong, the muscle-bound bodybuilder, and throws him in a cage. The door slams, metal rattles. Ryan doesn't waste time. His flogger cuts the air and lands hard across Davin's back, each strike loud and sharp. Davin grunts, stays on his knees. Boots scrape concrete. Ryan plants one heavy sole on the bars, and Davin leans in, tongue working the leather like it's the only thing that matters. Sweat beads on his shaved head. Ryan drags him out, shoves him face-down on the bench, and ties him spread-eagle, arms stretched, ass up. No slack, no mercy. He pops the cap on the lube, works two thick fingers deep, then three, opening Davin up. Davin pushes back, hungry for it. Ryan lines up his long cock and drives in slow, balls-deep, until every inch disappears inside that thick, muscled ass. He fucks hard, hips snapping, the cage creaking with every thrust. Davin takes it, muscles flexing, hole stretched tight around Ryan's shaft. The room fills with the wet slap of skin and the low, steady growl coming from both of them.