Fistpack 21 - All Hands On Deck

Sky Devil towers over him, sinewy and taut, fist already buried deep in Matthieu Paris. Matthieu hangs in his sling, legs spread wide, demanding every inch Sky has. He begs for more. Sky answers with a second hand, sliding both of his thick mitts inside that well-used hole, stretching it open till the flesh pushes out in a full, glistening rosebud. The stretch is brutal. Matthieu groans, hips rolling, urging Sky to twist and shove deeper. Sky doesn’t hold back. He works both hands like he owns the space, punching in, pulling out, driving the rosebud farther until it blooms slick and raw. His cock hangs heavy and untouched, throbbing while Matthieu’s own dick bounces with every thrust. Sky leans in, spits, pushes again. The slap of skin and the wet sound of a hole stretched to the limit fill the room. Matthieu’s breathing gets ragged, but he keeps asking for it harder, and Sky keeps giving it to him.