Hot Hands

The sauna boils. Jim Fit and Cazden Hunter trap Sherman Maus between them, each cock driving into him from opposite ends. Spit and lube keep everything slick while big dicks slide in and out without mercy. Then they flip him, stretch him wider. Two fists bury themselves past the wrist, knuckles popping inside his wrecked hole. Sherman drops lower, taking them both at once. His thick cock swings heavy, then erupts—ropes of cum spill onto the floor while the fists keep twisting deeper, the heat pressing in, three bodies locked in raw, relentless rhythm.