Knuckle Sandwich

Matthew Ford talks dirt the whole time he positions Kent North on all fours, bare ass raised. North's hole already grips a fat butt-plug. Ford works thick fingers in beside the toy, twists, then rips the plug out and slams it back in like a punch, leather creaking with every thrust. He pulls his thick uncut cock free and tells North to slick it up with spit. One hard shove and Ford starts pounding, hips snapping, each stroke punishing that open hole until he decides North needs more. He grabs a double-headed monster from the toy chest, thirty pounds of black rubber. North flips to his back, spreads wide, and swallows nearly every inch. When the toy slides free Ford grabs a solid twenty-four-inch dildo and feeds it straight in to the base while he sucks North's fat foreskin. The sight of that stretched-out tunnel snaps Ford's control. He balls his fist and drives it deep, wrist vanishing, forearm flexing. North groans, Ford growls, and both men shoot hard across sweat-slick skin.