Fistpack 21 - All Hands On Deck

Kain spreads for Andre. Andre’s fist slams in deep, knuckles driving hard, knuckles dragging back out slick and shining. The older man works fast—short, brutal pumps that turn into long, twisting strokes, stretching Kain wide open. A rose blooms, soft pink petals pushing out around Andre’s wrist. Kain’s cock jerks against his belly, pre-cum dripping down into his boot tops as Andre’s free hand tugs at his own thick shaft. They lock eyes. Andre grins, twists, and sinks to the wrist again, grinding against that velvet heat until Kain’s whole body shudders. Boots scrape the floor. Sweat hits the deck. The fist never slows.