Fistpack 12 - Fist And Shout Part 1

Marc and Billy lock eyes, grab hands, then shove the pair of fists straight up Lee. His hole snaps wide, swallowing wrist after wrist till the knuckles vanish. Lee grunts, boots braced, jock already dark with spit and sweat. Billy twists, Marc rocks, and the two fists rub together inside that greedy chute. Leather creaks. Every push drags a low shout from Lee’s throat while his cock leaks inside the pouch. They keep driving deeper, punching past the second ring, then holding, knuckles grinding. Lee’s whole body shakes, but he takes it. Marc spits, Billy grins, and they start working the double punch in slow, nasty circles till Lee’s scream cracks and his load shoots through the stretched cotton.