Fistpack 31 - Fist My Gaping Hole

Caedon Chase sits there in an orange jockstrap, a little dazed. Michael Brandon walks in wearing a black leather harness and black jockstrap, eyes sharp, shoulders squared. He drops to his knees, tongue stabbing quick and mean at Caedon’s hole. The same tongue draws back; Michael feeds his cock into the waiting mouth, shaft swelling thicker with every wet stroke in and out. Caedon drops to hands and knees. Michael fists the orange waistband, tugs, and drives straight in, hips snapping. He rides the younger man like a beast. On his back now, Caedon hooks his own arms behind his knees and spreads wide. Michael keeps hammering, each thrust landing harder. Caedon grabs his own cock and milks it until cum spatters across his face. Michael stands over him, fist pumping, then shoots a thick load that streaks across the trembling body beneath him.