Fistpack 3 - Up For Grabs

Simon Cox and Xavier Vitale lock into a 69, boots planted on the floor. Simon’s pierced cock juts into Xavier’s throat while his fist sinks deep into Xavier. Xavier bites back with his own gloved hand, driving in and out of Simon’s hole in the same brutal rhythm. Sweat runs into their eyes, but neither man slows. Boots scrape the floor each time they thrust. Simon’s piercing glints under the lights every time Xavier’s tongue flicks it. They grunt, muscles shaking, pushing their fists harder, faster, owning each other at both ends. The room stinks of leather, lube, and raw heat. They stay locked that way, fists buried past the wrist, until Simon’s back arches and Xavier’s boots dig in for the final slam.