
Self-suck on Fisting Inferno belongs to the flexible men of the catalogue, next to self-fisting and self-fuck: a cock long enough and a spine bent enough to reach it, often with a hand already inside. 3 self-suck scenes from Fisting Central and Club Inferno Dungeon, solo men who need nobody, filmed close and without a cut in HD.
You can’t tell who’s hunting who. Adam Russo steps into the dim warehouse and sees Evan Matthews already tied down, blindfolded, leather straps biting into his skin. The air smells like sweat and old rubber. Russo doesn’t waste time. He grabs the biggest plug on the bench and sinks it straight into Matthews’ hole. Matthews moans low, pushes back, takes it deeper. Russo swaps one toy for another, stretching him wider each time, until Matthews growls for something thicker, something real. Russo works his fist in, slow at first, then feeds inch after inch until his forearm disappears. Matthews opens up, shows off the deep red bloom of his rosebud, then swallows Russo’s arm past the elbow like it belongs there.
You can’t tell who’s hunting who. Adam Russo steps into the dim warehouse and sees Evan Matthews already tied down, blindfolded, leather straps biting into his skin. The air smells like sweat and old rubber. Russo doesn’t waste time. He grabs the biggest plug on the bench and sinks it straight into Matthews’ hole. Matthews moans low, pushes back, takes it deeper. Russo swaps one toy for another, stretching him wider each time, until Matthews growls for something thicker, something real. Russo works his fist in, slow at first, then feeds inch after inch until his forearm disappears. Matthews opens up, shows off the deep red bloom of his rosebud, then swallows Russo’s arm past the elbow like it belongs there.