Fistpack 10 - Best In Hole

Matthieu flips the script. The seasoned bottom shows he’s just as sharp on top. Marc lies back, legs spread wide, hole ready and open. Matthieu takes charge—one fist, then the next—working the stretch, pushing deeper, sliding past every limit. Marc moans through it, body taking both hands. He pushes back, eager to prove he can give as good as he gets. His rosebud blooms out, pink and slick. Matthieu leans in, tongue lapping at the hot bloom before the fists go back to work. Jock straps frame the scene, every thrust, every lick set against the raw light of 2006. The two men trade power without a word. Sweat, spit, and the steady rhythm of fists mark the only language they need.