Fistpack 22 - Fists Away

Matthieu hangs from the ceiling, legs spread by chains, his famous hole open and exposed. Sky Devil stands below, staring straight up into that stretched ring. He wastes no time. One fist drives in, then two, working deep while thick lube and come drip down Matthieu’s crack. Sky’s other hand clamps around Matthieu’s pierced cock, using it like a handle to yank him open wider. He strokes hard, twisting his wrist until Matthieu shakes and leaks. Sky keeps fisting fast and filthy, punching deep, then pulls his fist free to piss all over the swollen hole. Matthieu’s cock jerks in Sky’s grip. Sky angles it like a hose and sprays piss over the rim, mixing with the slime already running out. He jerks Matthieu faster, thumb pressed against the wet head, until Matthieu blows a heavy load that hits Sky’s chest. Sky doesn’t stop. He shoves his fist straight back inside, twisting until the last tremors fade, then steps back, cock out, and shoots thick ropes of his own across Matthieu’s hanging body. 2020.