Fistpack 32 - Stuff That Ass

Erik Rhodes scares the hell out of Trent Bloom, and Trent knows it. One look at the bigger man and Trent’s already shaking. He figures he came here for a straight-up, no-limits fist session. Erik starts with closed-fist jabs, popping knuckles past the ring until Trent’s hole gives up and opens. After that the punches slide in with no fight left. Erik keeps driving both fists through the slack chute, watching the skin pull wide on every thrust. He works the open rim until the red inside pushes out, a fat rosebud blooming in his face. He licks the slick, hot tissue for a second, then folds Trent in half and sinks one arm deeper, pushing straight past the second ring until he can feel the wall of Trent’s gut from the inside. You can see the bump move under Trent’s belly while the veins stand out on his forehead. Trent doesn’t tap out. Not until he shoots, his load spitting up his abs. Only then does his wrecked hole finally close around Erik’s wrist and the match ends.