Fistpack 8 - Elbow Room

Three tops circle the sling—fisting master Taurus, thick-armed Chris Neal, and pig-bottom Javier deCerdo—while blond Rodd Ryder, all of twenty-three, waits to be opened. His cock stays rock-hard the whole night. Taurus climbs between his boots first, one fist already buried, mouth wrapped around the blond shaft, sucking in time with every push. When Taurus pulls out and starts rapid-fire left-right punches, Ryder’s hole gapes wet and hungry. Javier swaps in next, slides both small hands straight past the wrist, then drives them to the forearm. The slick sound fills the room. Chris Neal moves in last, his huge mitts stretching the blond wider than ever, working him open until the three tops stack six hands at the rim. They prise him like a lid, holding the pink mouth wide while Ryder pants and drips above them.