Last Call For Handball

Byron Saint gets shit done at the bar, but his real work happens on his knees or bent over. Tonight the hot customer is Jimmy Durano. They slip into the men's room. Jimmy stands at the urinal, thick uncut cock in his fist. Byron bends, that massive ass high, and Jimmy’s fingers go right in. He follows with fat rubber balls, stretching the hole for what comes next—the giant five-pound destroyer, a thick slab over a foot long and five inches across. Byron grunts as it sinks deep, hole swallowing every inch. Jimmy watches, dick throbbing. He pulls out the toy, slaps his cock against Byron’s face, and starts feeding it to him. A boot-shaped dildo gets bolted to the floor. Byron lowers onto it, ass swallowing the heel, riding while Jimmy fucks his throat. Spit runs down Byron’s chin. He bounces harder, the boot stretching him wide, until Jimmy can’t hold back. He strokes fast, shoots thick ropes across Byron’s chest, marking him with every pulse.