Fistpack 2 - Ass Masters

Carlos Morales waits on all fours, boots planted wide. The man behind him works two thick fingers in, slow at first, then three. Carlos grunts, pushing back. Four fingers now, knuckle deep, stretching him open. The other guy’s free hand grips his own big dick, giving it slow strokes while he works Carlos wider. A bottle clicks open. More lube. Then the fist slides in. Carlos bites his lip, breath ragged, boots scraping the floor as the hand sinks past the wrist. The guy twists, pulls back, sinks in again. Carlos shudders, takes it deeper. 2002. No talk. Just the wet sound of fist and hole meeting again and again.