Fistpack 31 - Fist My Gaping Hole

Ashley Ryder spits on Caedon Chase's hairy hole and drives his tongue in deep, wet slaps filling the quiet. He gloves up, pumps lube across the fur, then sinks a fist that twists and spreads until the ring blooms open. His second fist follows fast, fingers prying outward so he can watch the gape, the shine. One fist rams, then the other, then one hand shudders inside, pulling short, sharp grunts from Caedon. Rolled onto his back, Caedon spreads wide. Ashley dips, pulls, dips again, lube streaming out with every exit. He sinks his left fist, adds four fingers from the right, holds them still. Caedon breathes, yields, and the final finger slips in, both fists disappearing to the wrist. The hole pushes out, red and slick. Ashley folds Caedon onto his shoulders, drives hard and steady until the moans stretch long. Then he leans in and takes Caedon's mouth with his own.