
Hitchhikers learn quick: nothing comes free on the Fist Bus. Gas, grass, or ass. Drew Sebastian picks up Julian Torres by the roadside and already knows who’s getting used. He wants his own hole wrecked. The tinted windows roll past Vegas while Julian tongues Drew’s hairy crack and gloves up. He works in finger after finger until the whole fist disappears inside. Drew’s moans echo against passing trucks. One thick load erupts; Julian feeds it straight back to him. Drew drops to all fours, pushes back, and takes fist and wrist deeper on the empty desert road until another load sprays across the seat.
Hitchhikers learn quick: nothing comes free on the Fist Bus. Gas, grass, or ass. Drew Sebastian picks up Julian Torres by the roadside and already knows who’s getting used. He wants his own hole wrecked. The tinted windows roll past Vegas while Julian tongues Drew’s hairy crack and gloves up. He works in finger after finger until the whole fist disappears inside. Drew’s moans echo against passing trucks. One thick load erupts; Julian feeds it straight back to him. Drew drops to all fours, pushes back, and takes fist and wrist deeper on the empty desert road until another load sprays across the seat.