Fistpack 15 - Fist Fuck

Aaron Summers and Mason Garet hit the mat hard. Lips crush, teeth scrape, tongues search every ridge of muscle and ink. Mason takes the first fall—sprawled on his back, boots high—while Aaron’s mouth seals over his hole and shoves inside. The ring flutters, greedy, sucking the wet muscle deeper. They switch. Aaron’s knees snap to his shoulders, jock pouch straining, piercings glinting under sweat. Mason sinks in two fingers, then the whole hand, wrist deep, the thick lube gleaming. He punches in, drags out, stretches pink lips around the knuckles, working Aaron open in a filthy rhythm that leaves both of them breathless. 2007, raw and relentless.