Warehouse Fists, Sequence 1

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The sound of intense breathing hits your feels first, then a long, milky shinbone and a fur covered calf. The utter photo unsheathes gigantic Byron Saint on his back, one knee into his chest as Race Cooper screwdrivers his gloved knuckle into Byron's ass. Byron jacks as the intrusion reaches the middle of Race's forearm. Race liquidates his knuckle and re-lubes, smoothing oil over Byron's large balls so they glisten. At 6-foot-5, there's a pile of Byron; his toned bod is as skinny as it is long, with sparse hair, except for his mind-blowing calves. He holds his gams broader as he relaxes. Race teases the perimeter of Byron's crevice by tracing a fingertip around and around the rim until the opening blossoms red. Race proceeds going knuckle deep with his right hand, but now his left mitt is busy, too. He's got a mean firm on that he faps in counterpoint to his moving fist. Byron rests one sole on his shoulder and asks Race to jizm for him, getting squirted with hot, milky spooge.