Greedy Hole

Seamus O'Reilly's hole swallows the blunt nose of a giant plug. Inch by inch the rubber disappears until it locks inside, his rim gripping the base. Alessandro Del Toro works the toy, twisting, pushing, stretching the tight ring until the pink centre flowers open. He yanks the plug free and his fist follows, sliding past the grip of Seamus’ fuck-hole, tan skin and dark hair towering over the pale ginger spread beneath him. Seamus rises, feet planted, then sinks onto both of Alessandro’s hands, left-right punches that make sweat pop across his chest. Alessandro grabs the cheeks, pulls them wide, and the raw, blood-dark rosebud pushes out for them both to see.