Fistpack 13 - Fist And Shout Part 2

Lee Heyford needs this. He wants Billy Berlin to see exactly what his hole can swallow. It opens in a heartbeat, fat lips grabbing and working over those thick fists. Billy watches Lee grin and pushes harder, driving one hand, then the other, past the stretch and straight into the heat. Both fists sink in, swallowed to the wrist, while Lee’s ass grips and flexes around them. Boots scrape the floor. Jock straps strain. The room smells like sweat and leather. Billy works deep, twisting, turning, giving Lee everything the hole is begging for. Lee shouts. Billy keeps driving. The stretch is obscene and perfect, and neither man is slowing down.