Warehouse Fists

Race Cooper lies on a black pad, legs spread wide, knees pulled back. His hole is already open. Byron White works two fingers inside, twisting hard, drilling like a corkscrew. "Ready for some toys," Byron says. He reaches for a huge dildo, all veins and balls. He pours lube over it and starts pushing, one slow grind after another, driving deeper each time. Thick white lube runs off the pad, leaving messy streaks. Byron sticks the suction cup to his own pubes, making it look like he's fucking Race with a strap-on. Race grinds on it, abs flexing, body twisting. He grabs a second dildo, shorter but thicker. "Give me that." He drops down on it, hand around his cock. Byron drops the first toy, strokes his own shaft. They lean in, kiss, and shoot sticky loads across each other's chests.