Fisting Spa

Ashley Ryder lies back, mouth open, waiting. Drew Dixon lines up and drives his cock straight down that throat, face-fucking him until spit runs down Ashley’s chin. Drew pulls out, flips him, spreads him and drags his tongue from balls to hole, slow, wet, hungry. Fingers follow the tongue. Two, then three, then Ashley growls, “Fuck me, I want your dick.” Drew slams in, hips snapping, cock pounding the open ring. When Ashley begs for more stretch, Drew gloves up. Fist slides past the knuckles, slides deeper, past the wrist, up the forearm until the rosebud blooms, red and slick. Drew turns him on his back, elbow still buried, and tells him to shoot. Ashley strokes fast; a thick rope leaps from his uncut cock across his abs. Drew keeps the fist planted, buried to the elbow, owning the hole until he finally pulls free.