Ass of Steel

Dakota Wolfe spreads his furry cheeks, taking the frame. His ass is braced in a jockstrap while Rogue Status stands behind him, gripping a black rubber cock thick as a soda can. Dakota’s hole swallows it down, shiny strings of lube pouring out every time Rogue yanks it back and slams it in harder. His strokes quicken until the toy blurs, hammering Dakota open, stretching the pink ring raw. That massive dildo is only the start. Rogue peels it free and lines up his inked forearm, knuckles tucked, wrist already slick. One hard push and the ink disappears, the rest of the forearm plunging into Dakota’s guts. Rogue twists, then starts punching fast, forearm plunging in and out while Dakota’s hole grips and gapes. Sweat and lube run down Rogue’s tattoos. Dakota moans low, lost in the steady thud of the fist inside him, each stroke driving deeper into places no toy ever reached.