Construction Zone 3 - Working Class Ass

Taurus Dean leans in on a sawhorse where Chris Neal waits, boots planted wide. He works lube over his hands, knuckles shining, then slides two thick fingers inside Neal like they belong there. He takes his time stretching the muscle, then punches deeper, wrist sinking in one smooth push. Neal’s ass opens around the forearm, pink rim gripping each withdrawal. Punch after punch follows, steady rhythm that leaves Neal breathing hard and leaking. The cameraman dips low, catches the hole spread wide and glistening. Neal ends up on his back, cock stiff and twitching against his abs while Taurus keeps driving past the second knuckle. Same hungry heat carries into the next pair. Huessein stares at Sean Harris bent over a plank, both men stripped to boots and sweat. Sean’s hole is already loose from years of taking it, yet it still winks and flexes. Huessein works his hairy forearm in slow, then faster, twisting past the elbow as Sean grunts and shoves back. Lube runs in streaks down Sean’s thigh. The depth play is constant, forearm sliding out, slamming back, Sean’s cock slapping his stomach every time. No words, just the wet slap of flesh and the creak of the sawhorse under two men locked on the same filthy rhythm.