Construction Zone 1 - Blue Collar Butthole

Andy Dill plants his fist in Daxx Reed’s gut like he owns the territory. Hair fans across his chest and sweat slides down the fur as he works Daxx open. Punch after punch sinks past the wrist, knuckles popping in and out while the rosebud blooms and sinks back inside. Daxx’s jock strap strains, a steel ring glints at his nipple, every breath forces the denim of his belly to rise and fall with the invasion. Their rhythm never breaks; Andy’s free hand jerks a thick load from Daxx, then keeps punching through the fresh spasms. The 2005 shoot still runs hot: raw, loud, and zero apology.