Fistpack 19 - Fist Bump

Sky Devil takes a seat and spreads his legs. Lance Navarro slides in. He works Sky's hole with fingers first, knuckle by knuckle, letting the lube slick the way. Sky's hole loosens, then takes the next three fingers like it was built for it. Steel rings catch light on Lance's chest. A Prince Albert curves under his cock, already hard. Sky Devil lets out a low growl when Lance pushes deeper. He lifts up, swings his weight, rides the arm inside him. He drops back down, takes it past the wrist. Lance twists his hand, slow and steady, and Sky curses with every turn. Boots stay on. The floor under them creaks. Sky’s smooth ass opens wider, shiny, taking the fist like it’s owed. He grinds down, mouth open, panting for more pressure, more reach. Lance holds steady, lets Sky use him. Sweat runs down Sky’s ribs. Every push earns another moan, every twist another shudder.