Muscle Punch

Backroom shadows cling to the walls while Jax Thirio drives his bare cock into Bruce Jones, each thrust landing with a wet slap. Onlookers press against the doorway, breaths held. Jax pulls out, knuckles up, then sinks his fist past the muscle ring. He punches deeper, Bruce’s insides shifting around every knuckle. Sweat rolls off the big man’s leather harness as Jax works his wrist like a piston. When he pulls free, thick ropes of cum stripe Bruce’s tattooed cheeks. Bruce grabs his own shaft, eyes fixed on the stranger’s glistening fist, and strokes fast. His loose hole clenches around the empty air, then he shoots hard, balls twitching until nothing’s left.