Fistpack 2 - Ass Masters

Steve Pierce and Bud tear through Fistpack 2 like they own the dark. Cameras roll in 2002 and the heat hits straight. Steve’s ring glints in the low light, catching every glint of lube while Bud works him open with thick fingers that sink in, knuckle by knuckle. The stretch is slow and deliberate, then it gets fast. Steve’s ass takes a huge dildo first, sucking it down while his own pierced cock bobs stiff. Spit and slick cover everything. Bud doesn’t wait long. He lines up, shoves past the first resistance and watches the ring swallow his fist. Steve groans, pushes back, and takes it deeper. The fist pumps in long, heavy strokes that make muscles jump. Bud twists, opens him wider, then pulls out and slams back home. Their breathing is ragged, skin shining. Steve’s dick leaks clear strings while Bud’s wrist disappears again and again. The whole scene feels private, like someone’s handheld cam caught the two of them breaking every rule they set. No talk, just the wet slap of flesh and the low sound of a man getting exactly what he craves.