Driven: No Turning Back

Raunchy pig-bottom Steve Cannon bends over, offering his ass to fierce leatherman Rob Harris. Rob slides in the first dildo, slick with grease, easing it past Steve's tight ring. Steve groans, pushing back. Rob grins and swaps it for a thicker one, stretching that sphincter wider. Each plunge demands more—bigger toys follow, relentless. Steve's hole gapes now, slick and blooming, almost turned inside out, a raw invitation. Rough-and-tough John Ferage and Marc Calles join the fray, hands greedy. The air thickens with grunts and lube-smeared slaps. Rob fists Steve first, knuckles vanishing deep, twisting until Steve's eyes roll back in delirious haze. Marc takes the same brutal ride—John's arm burrows in, working that ass sore and slack, every thrust a thunderclap of ecstasy and ache.