Fisting Playground 2

Slade Parker walks into the Playground and finds Jack Often crouched low, hole twitching, hungry for a fist. He moves in close, gloves on, ready to push past every limit. Jack opens fast, swallowing the thick hand and wrist, then the forearm right up to the elbow. Slade works him deep, punching and twisting until both men lose control. He drags a big rubber ball over, climbs on, sinks onto the mounted dildo, and rides hard while Jack’s rosebud blooms around his glove. The air smells like leather and sweat. Jockstraps stretch tight. Toys glisten. Both asses gape wider with every thrust.