
Self-fuck on Fisting Inferno is the flexible man's trick: a cock long enough and a body bent enough to fuck his own hole, often after a fist has made room. 16 self-fuck scenes from Fisting Central and Club Inferno Dungeon, a rare act filmed close and without a cut, next to self-fisting in the catalogue of men who need nobody, in HD.
Baxter and Michaels lock eyes across the mat. They’re already greased, already twitching. Marcelo Reeves kneels between them, slick hands working the fat heads of the two-ended dildo until both men grunt and open. The rod is monstrous—leather-black, vein-mapped, longer than a thigh. It slides in slow, inch by brutal inch, until each stud has half a yard buried in his hole. Jockstraps ride high on their hips, leather straps biting their asses every time they flex. The race starts. Baxter shoves forward, cheeks spread wide around the shaft. Michaels pushes back, hole stretched thin and shining. Leather creaks. Sweat flies. The dildo bows in the middle, slick with lube and spit, while both men grunt and grind, trying to swallow more than the other before their holes meet in the center.
Baxter and Michaels lock eyes across the mat. They’re already greased, already twitching. Marcelo Reeves kneels between them, slick hands working the fat heads of the two-ended dildo until both men grunt and open. The rod is monstrous—leather-black, vein-mapped, longer than a thigh. It slides in slow, inch by brutal inch, until each stud has half a yard buried in his hole. Jockstraps ride high on their hips, leather straps biting their asses every time they flex. The race starts. Baxter shoves forward, cheeks spread wide around the shaft. Michaels pushes back, hole stretched thin and shining. Leather creaks. Sweat flies. The dildo bows in the middle, slick with lube and spit, while both men grunt and grind, trying to swallow more than the other before their holes meet in the center.