The amazing Feral Fux has already made his gay fisting porn debut and was fisted by Greg Dixxon. In the second part of their session, they switch positions as it is Greg’s turn to be fisted by Feral. Greg Dixxon leans against the cool, solid surface of a pool table. His eyes lock onto Feral Fux, whose gaze blazes with primal hunger. But what truly mesmerizes Feral is the sight of Greg’s colossal dick, thick and engorged, hanging low in blatant readiness.
Feral Fux wastes no time. He pounces on Greg like a predator confident in its dominance, claiming his territory with unrestrained fervor. Pressing his lips to Greg’s hard, chiseled abs, Feral’s bareback cock throbs, insistent and aching with need. While his mouth revels in the salty taste of Greg’s skin, Feral’s fingers slide into the moist heat of Greg’s mouth, eliciting a guttural moan from the muscular god above him.
Wasting no time, Feral replaces his fingers with his ravenous tongue, lapping at Greg’s entrance with practiced experience and relish. As he prepares Greg for what is to come, Feral strokes himself mercilessly in time with each hungry lick until his uncut meat glistens with slick readiness.
But Feral’s true wickedness reveals itself when he reaches for the bottle of lube stashed away in his pocket. Drizzling the viscous liquid onto his hands like a demented chef wielding his secret sauce, Feral’s fingers dive back into Greg with reckless abandon. Each finger stretches Greg further until he can feel the desperate throb of his prostate begging for more attention. With a sinister grin and a wink that can only be described as pure evil, Feral removes his fingers just as Greg verges on the brink of ecstasy.
Unfurling his fist slowly enough to draw out the tormenting agony of anticipation and delight, Feral drenches Greg’s quivering hole once more with slick globs of lube. The sight of Greg’s flushed face contorted in pure sensation is all it takes for Feral to delve deep into him with his twisted fist. With a howl borne from the very center of depravity itself, Greg surrenders to the unrelenting onslaught of Feral’s brutal fisting as moans spill from him with every pulse of Feral’s fist filling his core.
As sweat drips from their eager bodies, Feral’s gripping fist and punishing rhythm never falter. He hits every sensitive nerve, every secret spot inside Greg that triggers wild moans and gasps of pure animalistic desire. Their bodies slide together in a slick dance of sinful pleasures as Greg becomes dangerously close to bursting beneath the assault.
Seemingly satisfied that Greg is wrecked beyond repair and screams fill the room-Feral draws back his arm-his cock twitches in expectation as he prepares to paint a masterpiece across Greg’s heaving chest. The brutal grunts and groans between them crescendo into a dirty symphony of sheer debauchery-just as Feral’s cock erupts in shattering waves of pleasure-coating Greg’s chest with the spoils of their lust-filled actions-iridescent strings of filthy satisfaction delineating their dangerous congress-bathing both men in a symphony of shameful delight.
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