Arm-ageddon

Nate sits on Tony's face, working his thick cock in long pulls. 'You wanna stay,' he growls, 'you gotta earn your keep.' Tony's not getting tossed back into that chaos. He opens his throat and takes the whole length. Nate wants focus, so he drops to all fours and snaps, 'grease me up.' Tony shoves his fist straight in, driving past the tight ring and straight to the target. Both fists work in turn, prying Nate wider each time until the stretch looks impossible. Nate climbs back up, drops his full weight and sinks down on Tony's arm to the elbow. Tony still has to prove he belongs, so he keeps his mouth sealed around Nate's cock while Nate rides the buried forearm. Nate flips onto his back, spreads his legs and hands the control over. Tony pushes until the fist disappears almost to the elbow. Nate grabs his own cock, strokes hard, then shoots thick ropes straight down Tony's throat.