Hole Busters 2

Cole Streets has spent years pounding other guys into the mattress, but tonight the tables turn. He leans back, spreads his thighs, and peels off a worn leather jock. His cock springs up, heavy and already slick. He wraps a fist around it, pumps once, twice, then lets it slap against his abs. The first toy he grabs is a fat latex dick. He pushes the blunt head past his rim and drives it deep. Slow, mean strokes turn fast. His hole loosens, sucking on the shaft each time it slides out. Sweat dots his chest. He drops the first toy, reaches for the next: a thick two-foot double dong. One greased end disappears inside him, then another inch, then another. His ring stretches wide, glistening. Cole grunts through clenched teeth, hips rocking to meet every thrust. His free hand jerks his cock in short, brutal pulls. Veins stand out on his forearm. Breath hisses between his teeth. The pressure builds until it snaps—thick ropes of cum shoot across his abs and the leather beneath him, pulse after pulse, while the massive dildo stays buried to the hilt.