Powerhole

Kevin Scott drops straight to his knees on the dark stairs and swallows Mack Kurtis’ thick cock. Kurtis growls at him to take every inch and lick those nuts clean. Scott obeys, spits and slurps until Kurtis spins him around and bends him over the steps. He pushes his face between Scott’s hairy cheeks and tongues the hole deep and wet. Scott moans, begging for more. Kurtis stands, lines up and sinks his cock in. He drives hard, hips slapping, while Scott looks back with hungry eyes. Kurtis pulls out, shoves two fingers in, then three. He works his whole fist past the ring and starts pumping. Scott’s back arches as the first hand disappears, then the second slides in beside it. Ten fingers stretch him open wide. Scott rolls onto his back, legs spread high. Kurtis keeps punching his fist in and out, wrist-deep, relentless. Scott cries out, shaking, lost in every thrust.