Spit is the first lube on Fisting Inferno. Fisters spit on the hole before the fingers, into the open mouth of a bottom in the sling, down a forearm about to go in; bottoms spit back as a dare. 40 scenes where spitting sets the tone of the session, dominance, filth and gay fisting from Club Inferno Dungeon and Fetish Force, filmed close in HD.
Heath Halo, Timothy Chance, and Mateo Tomas crash together on the wrestling mat. Naked. Sweaty. Muscles slamming. Hair sticking to skin. They wrestle hard, hands gripping throats and hips, pinning one another like they want to break something open. One minute Mateo has Timothy face-down, the next Timothy flips him and shoves his tongue straight into Mateo’s hole. Heath grabs Timothy by the hair and feeds him his cock, and the chain snaps shut—three bodies locked in a knot of mouths, holes, and hard meat. No one stays on top for long. Mateo spits on Timothy’s hole and drives in raw. Heath takes the opening and slides into Mateo from behind. Timothy pulls out, flips Heath onto his back, and slams back in. The mat thuds with each thrust. Spit runs down chins, drips from holes, gets rubbed in like lube. One cock pulls out glistening; another shoves in before the first has cooled. Hairy chests slide together, sweat-slick and stinking of sex. They keep trading places until every hole has taken every dick. When they finally bust, cum shoots across tongues and down throats. Someone swallows. Someone spits it back onto a cock and keeps sucking. They stay tangled, breathing hard, cum-smeared and spent.
Heath Halo, Timothy Chance, and Mateo Tomas crash together on the wrestling mat. Naked. Sweaty. Muscles slamming. Hair sticking to skin. They wrestle hard, hands gripping throats and hips, pinning one another like they want to break something open. One minute Mateo has Timothy face-down, the next Timothy flips him and shoves his tongue straight into Mateo’s hole. Heath grabs Timothy by the hair and feeds him his cock, and the chain snaps shut—three bodies locked in a knot of mouths, holes, and hard meat. No one stays on top for long. Mateo spits on Timothy’s hole and drives in raw. Heath takes the opening and slides into Mateo from behind. Timothy pulls out, flips Heath onto his back, and slams back in. The mat thuds with each thrust. Spit runs down chins, drips from holes, gets rubbed in like lube. One cock pulls out glistening; another shoves in before the first has cooled. Hairy chests slide together, sweat-slick and stinking of sex. They keep trading places until every hole has taken every dick. When they finally bust, cum shoots across tongues and down throats. Someone swallows. Someone spits it back onto a cock and keeps sucking. They stay tangled, breathing hard, cum-smeared and spent.
