Dude! Where's My Watch?

A black-gloved fist twists into an ass that fights to stretch. The hole glistens with lube and sweat. A low-hanging nutsack sways beneath, the same size as the fist itself. Then the players appear. Sebastian Keys kneels naked on all fours. Tony Buff feeds his wrist deeper into Sebastian, slow and deliberate, a grin of pure mischief on his face. He pulls out, Sebastian wiggles his ass and blooms a bright rosebud, which Tony simply pushes back inside. Tony keeps his pants on, but his cock and balls hang free from the open fly. Whenever one hand is free he strokes himself, keeping the shaft slick and hard. He pushes back in, harder now. Sebastian rolls onto his back and jerks his own dick while Tony drives deeper. The fist withdraws, Sebastian’s hole gapes, slow to close. Cum sprays everywhere. Sebastian’s own ass juices lube Tony’s cock; he presses the sole of Sebastian’s foot to his chest and shoots straight at the lens.