Raunchy pig-bottom Steve Cannon bends over, his greased-up hole quivering as fierce leatherman Rob Harris slides in the first dildo. It plunges deep, stretching him wide. Rob swaps it for a thicker one, then another, each beastier than the last. Steve's sphincter yields, blooming open in a slick, obscene gape—nearly turned inside out, raw and begging. Rough-and-tough John Ferage and Marc Calles crash the scene, their hands rough on sweat-slick skin. The frenzy builds to a heavy fisting frenzy: fists bury deep, twisting and pumping. Steve and Marc spiral into delirious bliss, their sore assholes stretched to the limit, worked raw and relentless.
Raunchy pig-bottom Steve Cannon bends over, his greased-up hole quivering as fierce leatherman Rob Harris slides in the first dildo. It plunges deep, stretching him wide. Rob swaps it for a thicker one, then another, each beastier than the last. Steve's sphincter yields, blooming open in a slick, obscene gape—nearly turned inside out, raw and begging. Rough-and-tough John Ferage and Marc Calles crash the scene, their hands rough on sweat-slick skin. The frenzy builds to a heavy fisting frenzy: fists bury deep, twisting and pumping. Steve and Marc spiral into delirious bliss, their sore assholes stretched to the limit, worked raw and relentless.
