Deep In the Club

Josh needs his hole wrecked. He pushes Derek’s face between his cheeks and orders him to eat him raw. Derek works his tongue deep into the hairy crack until Josh snarls, “Bust me open.” Gloves snap on. Lube glistens. Derek sinks fist after fist into Josh, twisting, pulling, driving back in. He tests the limit with sharp, fast punches that sink past the wrist and slide down the forearm like it belongs there. Josh stays hard, greedy for more. He drops into a squat and rides the arm, swallowing it to the elbow, grinding until every vein stands out on Derek’s bicep. Flat on his back now, legs spread wide, Josh takes a final onslaught—both fists hammering in and out until his load erupts across his own hairy chest, dripping between the ridges of muscle. Derek keeps punching through the spasms, stretching the hole even wider as the cum cools on Josh’s skin.