Fistpack 31 - Fist My Gaping Hole

Ashley Rider lies jockstrapped and face down, booted legs strapped in stirrups, while Race Cooper steps up and smacks his pale ass twice. Each breath lifts that ass, hungry for the thick chocolate hand coming at it. Race slides one finger in, then two, three, four, and the whole fist. Ashley clutches his mesh jock, trembling. He pushes up on his hands and drives his hole down Race's forearm past the wrist. Race holds steady, then eases back, gently rubbing the blown-out pucker. Ashley flips onto his back, grabs a hanging ring, and sinks onto the flexing black arm again. His own cock hardens; he starts stroking. Race twists deeper, pulls out a glistening deep-red bloom, then pushes the raw ring back inside. Turned on by the sight, Race yanks out his thick rod and leans in to suck Ashley's dick while his arm keeps drilling. Ashley shoots thick ropes across his stomach. Race stands, strokes fast, and shoots his own load in return.