Howlers

Brian Bonds takes the top hand and starts working his tongue over Adrian Alvarez's hole, pushing further each round until his whole fist sinks inside. Adrian's hole loosens, letting Brian drive both fists deep and hard. Adrian shows just how far he can bend, reaching behind to bury his own fist right beside Brian's. His rosebud blooms red and wet. Brian circles the swollen edge with his tongue, then shoots his load straight onto the floor. Boots thud, jock straps strain, and the two keep at it until the room echoes with every slap and grunt.