Fistpack 2 - Ass Masters

Three men on a concrete floor. Boots grind into the mat while their bodies slam together. Mike Vista, Tony Serrano, and Rik Jammer keep every inch of skin open to each other. Big dicks slap against wet muscle. Tony arches, mouth open, as fingers push past the first tight ring. Mike’s fist follows, knuckles gleaming under harsh lights. Rik holds Tony’s boots wide, veins popping in his forearms. The stretch and slide pull raw sounds from Tony’s chest. Fingers vanish wrist-deep. No pause, no mercy. Mike leans in, jaw set, sweat dripping from his chin. He twists. Tony answers with a low growl that rattles the air. The three move like a single, dangerous machine, every thrust aimed to break the next boundary.