Love At First Fist

Quin Quire slides his thick cock straight into Rew Lobo’s ruined hole. Rew is already open, but Quin wants more. He works two fingers in beside his shaft, then three, stretching Rew wider until his fist sinks past the knuckles. Each thrust of Quin’s hand hits deeper. Sweat runs down both men. Rew grunts, braced on his elbows, hole pulsing around Quin’s wrist. Quin keeps the pressure steady, knuckles turning inside him, every movement controlled and greedy. When Quin’s own need peaks he pulls his fist free, drives his bare cock back in for a final run of sharp strokes, then yanks out. Thick ropes of cum stripe across Rew’s exposed back, hot and heavy, glistening on flushed skin. 2024.