Fistpack 22 - Fists Away

Matthieu tastes the work he just finished. Andre’s hole is still open and slick. He goes in tongue-first, licking deep, then two fingers, four, and he’s wrist-deep before Andre can brace. Matthieu works that hot pink tunnel, feeling every grip and flutter. Andre groans and starts asking for punches. Matthieu pulls back to the knuckles and drives in hard, short jabs that land square in the center. Each hit makes Andre’s ass twitch and his cock leak against the jock. Matthieu’s boots stay planted, his arm shiny to the forearm. He keeps the rhythm until Andre’s breathing turns ragged and the first thick rope shoots across his stomach. Matthieu milks out every drop, licks it off his fingers, and Andre’s hole keeps pulsing around the fist like it still wants more.