Powerfist

The guys crowd upstairs. One bedroom, no distance left to keep. Sylvano drives his fist deeper into Evrett, knuckles disappearing past the tight ring. Wright spreads wider while Winston forces his way in, first cock then fist, and the wet slaps echo off the walls. Kurtis pounds Galen open, balls slapping hairy skin, while Ward sits back and strokes himself, eyes locked on every stretch and push. Winston starts powerfisting, no hesitation, just heavy strokes that make Wright grunt. The others egg him on, voices low and rough. Ward slides in next, taking Kurtis from behind as he tongues Galen’s stiff nipples. They trade fists in Galen’s hole, one sliding in while the other slides out, knuckles shining. Evrett stays on all fours, breathing hard every time Sylvano twists deeper. Wright’s cock bounces untouched while Winston works his arm. They roll Galen and Evrett onto their backs. Ward drops to suck Kurtis while his fist keeps filling Galen. Sylvano keeps thrusting until Evrett’s load bursts across his own chest, a raw howl cutting through the room. The fisting doesn’t slow.