Arm-ageddon

Brian Bonds and D Arclyte stand in the bunker with their asses up for Dylan Strokes. He drops to his knees and licks deep into Brian's crack first, tongue working in tight circles. Then he shifts to D Arclyte, tasting that hole with the same slow, wet strokes. Dylan straightens, fists slick, and drives his right hand straight into D Arclyte's ass, punching in hard enough to make the cheeks bounce. He pulls out, swings over, and sinks the left fist into Brian. Both fists keep moving—right, left—stretching the two men open until their holes stay wide after every pull. Brian flips onto his back, legs high, begging for more. Dylan feeds his cock to Brian's mouth and keeps the fist buried and pumping. Brian jerks his own dick fast until thick ropes shoot across his chest and stomach. D Arclyte leans in and licks every drop, tongue dragging over skin. Then Brian takes over, shoving his big fist back into D Arclyte, twisting deep until D's cock erupts and paints his scruffy abs with heavy spurts.