Fistpack 21 - All Hands On Deck

Sky Devil’s already open when Matthieu Paris takes over. He lays belly-down in the sling, legs spread, boots still on. Matthieu sinks one arm, then the other, twisting deep. His fists turn Sky’s hole into a wet, stretched cunt. He works fast, no mercy, hitting every wall inside. Boots hit the floor. Matthieu greases both feet and wedges them in one at a time, toes prying Sky wider. Sky grunts, pushes back, takes it. Matthieu climbs onto the sling, facing Sky’s back, knees hooked over the chains. He rides the slick gap with his full weight, grinding in until Sky’s rim grips his shin like a hungry mouth. The only sounds are skin slapping, lube squelching, and Sky begging for more. Matthieu doesn’t stop until Sky’s hole is red, gaping, and ruined.