Fistpack 25 - Junkyard Fist Dogs

RJ Danvers hangs upside down, ass in the air, giving Kain total access. Kain dumps a gallon of J-lube in one pour. Minutes later his bare fist sinks inside. Danvers spreads wider, greedy for more. Kain works the hole in steady, heavy punches, driving down into the hairy, gaping gut like a pile driver. He never slows. Both fists now, twisting and prying until the chute opens even wider. Kain leans in, tells him to push, and Danvers pushes. A thick, deep-red rosebud blooms out for him. Danvers keeps begging. Kain feeds him another full arm, flipping him face-down to slam in from behind. Boots planted, muscles tight, they jerk their cocks until ropes of cum paint the floor.