Rear End Collision 2 - Lube Job

Brock Devonshire rides a mountain of old tires, driving a fat rubber dick into his hole with the same piston force Mark Evrett once brought. The toy bangs him open, but it’s just the primer coat. Rik Jammer’s hands take over, sliding wrist-deep, then elbow-deep, until Brock’s whole frame trembles and his breath rattles. Boots scrape steel. A jock strap cuts across his spread cheeks. Silver rings tug at nipples with every jolt. Brock moans like the stretch might split him, but he pushes back for more. They flip. Now Rik straddles the tires and Brock gloves up. One fist disappears, then another, and Rik’s cock jumps against his own jock. Every shove sends a shock through his thighs; every twist makes his boots clench on the rubber. By the time Brock’s forearm disappears, Rik’s eyes roll back and the groan that rips out of him sounds earned. 2003, full throttle, no brakes.