Warehouse Fists, Sequence 1

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The sound of strong sighing hammers your perceives first, then a long, milky shinbone and a hairy calf. The full photo unsheathes yam-sized Byron Saint on his back, one knee into his pecs as Race Cooper screwdrivers his gloved knuckle into Byron's ass. Byron milks as the penetration reaches the middle of Race's forearm. Race eliminates his knuckle and re-lubes, smoothing grease over Byron's XXL ball sack so they glisten. At 6-foot-5, there's a pile of Byron; his toned body is as bony as it is long, with sparse hair, except for his sexy calves. He holds his gams broader as he relaxes. Race taunts the perimeter of Byron's fuck-hole by tracing a fingertip around and around the rim until the opening blossoms red. Race proceeds fisting with his right hand, but now his left palm is busy, too. He's got a mean firm on that he drains in counterpoint to his moving fist. Byron rests one sole on his shoulder and asks Race to cum for him, getting busted with hot, milky spooge.