Fistpack 31 - Fist My Gaping Hole

Caedon Chase drops to his hands and knees in the dark room, red jock stretched tight over his ass. Michael Brandon steps in wearing his own jock and leather cup. One slick hand slides straight into Caedon, then pulls back, twists, and punches again. The strikes come fast. Caedon rocks back, greedy for every inch. Michael’s eyes lock on the pink ring that stretches wider with each hit. Caedon stands, boots planted, and Michael switches to sharp, quick jabs that land dead-center. Caedon grunts, loud and raw. Back on the floor now, legs lifted, combat boots high, he spreads wide. Michael sinks his forearm in deeper, pumping hard. Caedon’s moans fill the room while his hole gapes open around the thick arm.