Warehouse Fists

Brian Bonds steadies himself against a stepladder as crew-cut Zack Taylor massages his hole with a gloved fist. Brian offers lots of verbal encouragement as his ass muscles relax, giving way to Zack's fist. That fist rotates its way deeper, with a few slaps to ease it along. Brian shakes his butt, telling Zack to 'fuck me good.' Their torsos gleam with perspiration. Seen from the back, both are smooth; Zack is dark, Brian is pale, and freckled. Zack presses his advantage past the wrist to the forearm, causing Brian to grip the ladder hard and push back with his greedy hole. Brian's hand is jerking his cock as Zack continues to punish his gut. At the magic moment he turns, spits in Zack's face and torpedoes him with a fist-fuck load of jizz. Zack's free hand is jacking his own cock, which discharges its load onto Brian's boots.