Arm-ageddon

Down in the bunker Nate Grimes drags a whetstone across his machete blade when Tony Orlando crawls in looking for cover. Nate slides a canteen across the floor and tells Tony he can stay, but only if he earns it. Tony nods. Nate yanks him over a crate, spreads his cheeks, and buries his tongue deep in the smooth crack. Tony moans, pushes back, already aching for more. Nate slaps his cock against the crack, then drives straight in. Three savage thrusts and he pulls out. "Bigger?" Tony grunts yes. Nate works four fingers past the rim, twists, then tucks his thumb and sinks the whole fist inside. Tony shudders but stays open. Nate drops to one knee for better leverage and starts punching with both fists, one after the other, knuckles disappearing in wet slaps. He flips Tony onto his back, keeps the fist moving hard while Tony jacks a thick load across his own abs. Nate doesn’t stop. "Still hungry?" Tony answers with his tongue out, and Nate drops his ass straight onto it.