Fistpack 30 - 3 Fists in Paris

Matthieu Paris and Wilfried Knight pour everything into each other. Wilfried drops to his knees, lips locked on that uncut cock, teeth working the foreskin, tongue pulling every inch down his throat. He spins Matthieu around, spreads him open, and sinks his tongue deep into the hole. Matthieu ends up in the sling, legs wide, ass ready. Wilfried leans in, talks low, pushes him to take it, then rams his fist past the ring. Matthieu’s hole turns inside out, red and raw. Nothing stops them. More grease, two fists, then the full arm, sliding in up to the elbow while the other hand pumps his cock. When Wilfried finally shoots, Matthieu takes the load in his mouth, swallows, and both men sag back, spent, holes wrecked, skin slick, breathing hard in the dark.