Fistpack 22 - Fists Away

Ricky Sinz holds nothing back. He slams his thick cock into Sky Devil’s stretched hole, driving deeper each time. Every thrust loosens Sky for the black-gloved fist waiting its turn. Ricky watches the rings give and the smooth walls yield, taking raw pleasure in prying the pink flesh wider until it hangs red, wet and slack. With Sky strung from the ceiling, Ricky switches fists, punching in hard and steady, each blow forcing thick lube to spill out in long strands. Sky’s rim puffs and pulses around the relentless glove, turning slick and loose. Ricky drops him onto his back, fist still buried to the wrist, then drives in harder until Sky’s balls tighten and spurt hot across his own belly.