Fistpack 11 - Arabian Fist

Tony and Simon take Marc hard. Simon slides his fist deep into Marc while Tony grips Marc’s shoulders and holds him open. Marc’s jockstrap sits tight across his hips, stretched as his body rocks. Their big dicks bounce against their thighs, heavy and ready, while the heat builds. Simon works his hand in deeper, knuckles stretching Marc wider, and Tony keeps Marc pinned, breathing hard against his neck. The room is thick with sweat and grunts. Simon twists his wrist, and Marc’s back arches, pushing into the stretch. Tony slides a second finger in beside Simon’s wrist, making Marc groan louder. They move in steady rhythm, one fist pushing in while the other steadies Marc, sweat dripping down their backs. Marc’s legs tremble under the strain. Simon pulls his fist out just enough to twist back in, Tony holding him steady, both breathing rough and fast. The night slips deeper, and the three keep going, fists and bodies locked together, the only sounds their breathing and Marc’s deep moans echoing off the walls.