Fisting Theater

Luka Sage just proved he could take a fist. Brian Bonds wants proof he can throw one too. Brian drops his pants and shoves his thick, veiny cock down Luka’s throat. The kid swallows him deep, tongue working every inch until Brian’s breathing hard. Brian spins, plants his ass on Luka’s face, and feels that tongue push straight into his hole, wet and hungry. Luka moves in fast. Two fingers first, then three, wrist twisting. Soon his whole hand disappears past the knuckles and slides to the wrist in Brian’s stretched gut. Brian’s hole gapes and flashes pink. The rosebud blooms, shiny with spit and lube, proof the fist is doing its job. Brian climbs on and rides. He drops his weight, taking the arm to the forearm again and again, hole swallowing fist like it can’t get enough. Luka pumps upward, driving his knuckles into that sloppy tunnel until Brian’s cock jumps and sprays cum across his own abs. Brian’s body shakes, spent and wrecked. Luka stays buried to the wrist, waiting for the verdict.