Fistpack 7 - Twist My Arm

Taurus towers over the newbie. His hands are famous in Paris, but today they speak louder than any rumor. He works Javier de Cerdo like he owns the boy, sliding fingers in, then the whole hand, then his forearm, stretching that hungry Latin hole past any polite limit. Javier stays rock-hard, his massive cock bouncing with every shove while his heavy balls sag low, tempting, begging. Taurus catches both nuts in his grip, squeezes until the skin stretches, and forces the whole fist—balls and all—into Javier’s guts. The rookie howls, lifts off the table, then slams back down begging for deeper abuse. His boots scrape the floor, his hole sucks the fist like it needs it to breathe. Each twist forces a fresh grunt, sweat flying, pleasure and pain twisting so tight you can taste metal. When Taurus finally eases out, Javier’s hole stays open, winking, hungry for whatever comes next.