Wet Punk Faggot Fisting

Doc Benway and Boyhous share the same hard, ink-covered bodies and filthy attitude. They lock mouths first, spit swapping fast. Doc drops lower, swallows Boyhous’ cock, one hand clamped tight around the balls to pin him still. He pulls off, spreads the cheeks, and buries his tongue in the hairy hole, soaking it until the skin shines. Both fists follow. Each straight punch sinks in and Boyhous answers with a low, animal growl, eyes rolling back. Doc rams deeper; piss sprays out, drenching his arm and chest. They flip. Doc is on all fours now, the red heart inked across his hole on full display. Boyhous drives in left, then right, punching the stretched ring while Doc strokes himself. Every thrust punches another moan out of him until he roars and shoots thick ropes across the floor. Spent, Doc drapes over Boyhous’ chest, watching him beat his own meat in fast, brutal strokes until he shoots hard and lets the last drops drip from his fist.