Hole Busters 4

Troy Haydon’s afternoon goes one way: latex sliding in and out of his hole. He’s the tattooed Brit who never wastes a minute. He takes a twelve-inch shaft, pushes it deep until nothing shows, then rips it out and drives it back in until his ass shines. When he’s had enough of that stretch he grabs the next size up and kneels on the floor, ramming the bigger toy with steady, heavy thrusts that echo off the walls. Sweat runs down his back, the jockstrap straps cutting into his hips. He keeps going until his arms shake and his hole twitches around the base. Finally he drops to his side, breathing hard, and wedges a thick plug inside to keep himself open while he closes his eyes.