Fistpack 12 - Fist And Shout Part 1

Matthieu Paris confesses his obsession with Rearend Collision and asks to take a funnel of lube. Billy Berlin answers by tilting the spout. Thick, clear grease streams straight into the Frenchman's hole, slicking every pink fold. Paris turns on his back, boots in the air, jockstrap cupping his balls, and Billy climbs between those spread thighs. His forearm vanishes to the elbow, tendons flexing, veins standing out as he churns the warm lube into the open gut. Paris growls and pushes back; his rosebud blooms around Billy's wrist, shiny and raw. Every stroke makes a wet sound like boots sinking in mud. Billy pulls free, exposing the tunnel, then sinks back in, deeper, until his bicep kisses the stretched rim. Sweat rolls down his spine, and Paris keeps begging for more while his own cock strains against the tight white pouch. The camera catches every slip, every sound, every glisten of grease on skin.