Ace In The Hole

The guards split. Declan Blake sizes up the damage already wrecked between Ace Stallion's cheeks. He drops a quick comment on that loose, torn rim, then sinks both hands in like the hole was waiting for them. Ace sits on the knuckles, rocking on the bed, staring down at Declan whose eyes stay glued to the stretched-out slit pulsing around his wrist. Ace flips the script. Declan lands on his back, legs hauled high, cheeks spread. Ace works one fist, then two, twisting and driving while Declan's insides flash pink and open. Every grind makes Declan drool at the sight. The double pressure surges through Ace, pushes him over, shooting while Declan's fists keep punching deep into the wreck he helped create.