Mister Fister

Jesse Balboa starts alone, sinking one thick toy after another into his hole until it opens and stays open. Sweat beads on leather as he pushes each plug deeper, breathing through the stretch. Manuel Torres walks in, eyes locked on the sight. He grabs the rubber strand, pushes the giant beads in one by one, making Balboa groan with each thick knot. Once the hole is slick and loose, Torres mounts him, slams his cock in hard, then rips it out and drives his fist straight inside. Balboa rides the wrist, hips rolling, leather creaking. The two men lock eyes until Torres and Balboa both blow thick loads across ink and skin.