Blown Out O-Ring

Josh Mikael has Jim Fit cornered against the lifted SUV, dick already out and throbbing. If you want your truck back, the mechanic tells him, you’re paying with skin and sweat. Jim doesn’t argue. He spits on his hand, lines up, and slides his bare cock straight into Josh’s hairy crack, pounding hard enough to rock the vehicle. The mechanic groans, then shakes his head—dick isn’t enough. Jim pops the trunk, grabs a bucket of thick lube, and sinks his whole fist past the second knuckle. Josh braces on the quarter panel while Jim works the second fist in too, wrists stretching his hole open in double time. Grease smears across hairy cheeks as Jim pushes deeper, forearms disappearing up to the elbow. Josh’s load fires hard, ropes streaking the steel bumper, while his blown-out ring pulses around Jim’s buried fists.