Fistpack 18 - Your Ass Is Mine

MATTHIEU wasn't finished. ANTONIO walked out, and MATTHIEU reached for the biggest toys he could find. He rode one thick toy after another. He took the lube bottle too. He clenched on it, forcing thick clear lube out, and the syrup coated the next long shaft. He worked them in one after the other, stacking them like some obscene breakfast, face tight with the effort. 2008. Paris alone, fist and fingers still slick, pushing deeper until the stretch turned raw. He pumped the toys harder, jerking off in short, sharp strokes. The lube kept flowing, dripping down his fist and over the toy heads. Every inch he took looked like a dare. He stayed on it, breath ragged, legs shaking, until the toys disappeared inside him one by one.