Fistpack 4 - Nuts For Butts

Asoka shows up ready to go deep. Chris Neal opens his legs like he already knows what’s coming. Neal smiles that southern smile, but it’s his hungry pink ring that steals the show. Asoka wastes no time, sinks his fist right in, and works that smooth ass open. He stretches the hole with slow, grinding strokes, pushing deeper each time until the muscle gives and starts to show pink. Neal’s breathing hard now, legs shaking while Asoka keeps punching in and twisting out, fist coated in warm slick. The rosebud blooms, shiny and swollen, and Asoka doesn’t back off. He keeps going, pulling it out, pushing it back, making the hole flutter and beg. Neal jerks his cock fast, hips bucking every time Asoka buries the whole hand. Every thrust makes a wet slap, every pull drags another whine out of him. Asoka rides the rhythm like he owns it, never slowing, never easing up, and Neal just opens wider, lost to the stretch and the steady, filthy work of the fist.