Fisting Central Get A Grip vol.1 Van Alstyne
Release Year: 2025
Studio: Fisting Central
Cast: Ian Sterling, Bobby Ryker
Genres: Anal, BDSM, Big Dick, Boots, Fingering, Fisting, Flogging, Jerk-Off, Oral, Piercings, Restraints, Rimming, Spanking, Submission
Video language: English
Hairy hunk Ian Sterling is harnessed, bound, and blindfolded as beefy daddy Bobby Ryker comes up behind him to eat out his exposed hole and flog his bare ass. Bobby then gets behind his muscled bottom one more time to grab him by the harness while barebacking and breeding his worn-in asshole.
Format: mp4
Duration: 25:11
Video: 1920x1080, AVC (H.264), 4972kbps
Audio: 187kbps
File size: 952.9 MB
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Tickle To Orgasm Steve Tickle Trap 2 Joeng Milk Steve In Revenge As We Ticklish Hollow Rock
Studio: Str8crushfeet
In the harsh environment of a military camp, power dynamics are everything, and Kevin, the controlling and machista soldier, rules with an iron fist. His sidekick, Steve, follows blindly, eager to prove his loyalty through brutal games of domination. Enter Antony, the new recruit whose obvious queer nature makes him an easy target for their twisted amusement. The act begins with Kevin and Steve cornering Antony in the barracks, the air thick with tension. Kevin's voice drips with mocking superiority as he Antony, threatening to send him to the infamous snow camp if he doesn't submit to their games. The barracks are dimly lit, the smell of sweat and boot leather hanging heavy in the air. Antony's face twitches with disgust as Kevin make him to his knees, the cold floor biting into his skin. 'Smell like a man,' Kevin growls, shoving his boot into Antony's face. The interior of Kevin's boot is a nightmare-dank, soggy, and reeking of days-old sweat. The stench is unbearable, a mix of sharp vinegar and musky funk that makes Antony gag. Steve watches with a dumb grin, clearly aroused by the power trip. As Antony struggles, Kevin and Steve take turns pinning him down, their wrestling holds immobilizing him completely. The camera zooms in on Kevin's boots as they're removed, revealing his long, slender feet in military socks. The fabric is drenched with sweat, clinging to his skin like a second layer. The smell is overwhelming-sharp, pungent, and primal. 'You're going to kiss these feet like the little bitch you are,' Kevin sneers, grabbing Antony by the hair and push his face closer. Antony's eyes water as the socks brush against his lips, the texture rough and soaked with sweat. Steve joins in, slamming his own bootless foot into Antony's face, his wide, muscular foot engulfing Antony's cheek. The sweat from Steve's foot is even thicker, a heavy, saline odor that fills Antony's nostrils and makes him choke. The camera lingers on the humiliation, capturing every detail of Antony's anguish and the cruel satisfaction of his tormentors. This is just the beginning. The atmosphere in the common room is thick with tension as Kevin and Steve continue their brutal game of dominance over Antony. Kevin is the first to climb onto the wooden structure of the ceiling, his athletic physique glistening under the harsh fluorescent lights. His bare feet, long and slender, hang menacingly in the air, poised to deliver their full fury onto Antony's face. The stench of stale sweat and sharp vinegar fills the air, making Antony's stomach churn in revulsion. 'Open up, you little slut,' Kevin sneers, his voice dripping with malice. Steve grabs Antony's head with brute strength, his fingers digging deep into Antony's scalp as he yanks his mouth open. Kevin slowly lowers his right foot, the calloused sole pressing roughly against Antony's lips. The taste is nauseating-a salty, acidic mix that burns Antony's tongue. His jaw strains painfully as Kevin presses harder, elongating the agony. Now it's Steve's turn. His muscular frame flexes as he balances on the wooden bars, lowering his left foot. Despite being a soldier, Steve's feet are unusually soft and wide, their smooth skin glistening with a thick layer of sweat. The odor is primal-a heavy, masculine scent of gym locker sweat that fills Antony's nostrils. As Steve gets his foot into Antony's mouth, the salty tang intensifies, becoming almost unbearable. The smooth yet clammy texture of his skin creates a nauseating sensation that Antony can barely endure. With each exhale, their mocking laughter echoes through the room, intertwining with Antony's muffled whimpers. Their feet, heavy and dominant, seem to suck the very air out of the space, leaving Antony breathless and hopeless. The torment escalates as Kevin and Steve toss Antony onto the wooden table, his wrists bound tightly behind his back. The air is thick with the stench of sweat and dominance, Antony's breath coming in ragged gasps as he realizes the true extent of his helplessness. Kevin and Steve exchange a cruel grin, their eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure as they prepare to push Antony to his limits. 'Time to make you useful, bitch,' Kevin growls, his voice low and menacing. He climbs onto the table, straddling Antony's chest, his long, slender feet dangling inches from Antony's face. The sweat glistens on his skin, the odor sharp and overpowering. Steve, meanwhile, stands at Antony's side, his wide, muscular foot pressing firmly against Antony's groin. The pressure is intense, a heavy, unrelenting weight that obligate Antony's body to betray him despite his humiliation. Kevin grabs Antony's hair, moving his head upward. 'Lick,' he barks, his voice cold and commanding. Antony hesitates for a moment, his pride warring with the overwhelming fear of consequences. But with Steve's foot pressing relentlessly against his groin, Antony's body begins to betray him. A spark of unwanted arousal ignites, and with a sob of despair, he begins to lick Kevin's feet. The texture of Kevin's skin is rough against Antony's tongue, the sweat leaving a salty, acidic residue that burns his mouth. Steve watches with a cruel smirk, his foot pressing harder against Antony's groin as he sees the flicker of arousal in Antony's eyes. 'You're such a little slut,' Steve sneers, his voice dripping with contempt. 'You can't even hide how much you love this.' Kevin switches feet, making Antony to lavish attention on his other foot as well. The smell is nauseating, a mix of days-old sweat and vinegar that clings to Antony's senses. Steve takes his turn next, his wide, muscular foot replacing Kevin's as Antony is compelled to worship him with equal fervor. The smoothness of Steve's skin contrasts sharply with the roughness of Kevin's, but the odor is no less overwhelming-a thick, primal scent that fills Antony's nostrils and makes his stomach churn. Throughout the ordeal, Steve's foot remains pressed against Antony's groin, ensuring that his body betrays him at every moment. The humiliation is absolute-Antony's arousal grows despite his desperation to resist, his mind shattered by the knowledge of his own helplessness. Antony's torment reaches its most degrading peak as Kevin and Steve shift tactics, their sadism escalating to a new tier of . Steve drags Antony's exausth body to the edge of the table, pinning his shoulders down while Kevin yanks his head backward until it dangles precariously off the edge. The pulses rushes to Antony's skull, his vision blurring as panic sets in. 'Time to choke on a real man's cock, bitch,' Kevin snarls, unbuckling his pants to reveal his thick, veiny shaft. The glistening head of his penis pulses with arousal, already leaking pre-cum onto Antony's trembling lips. Steve laughs, his own muscular cock springing free, swollen and heavy with anticipation. Kevin slaps his dick across Antony's face, the hot, musky stench of his groin overwhelming Antony's senses. 'Open up or I'll break your jaw,' he growls. Antony whimpers but obeys, his mouth obliged open by Steve's iron grip. Without warning, Kevin thrusts his entire length down Antony's throat. The taste is bitter and salty-days of unwashed military sweat and precum flooding Antony's mouth. He gags violently, tears streaming down his cheeks as Kevin's cock rams into his esophagus, his hips slamming relentlessly against Antony's lips. Steve takes his turn, his thicker, meatier cock stretching Antony's throat even wider. The overpowering smell of his pubic zone-a mix of locker-room musk and body odor-fills Antony's nostrils, triggering his gag reflex. Steve's grip on Antony's hair tightens as he brutally face-fucks him, grunting with each thrust. 'Take it deep, slut,' he , his balls slapping against Antony's chin. Kevin returns, this time sliding his cock so deep that Antony's nose buries into his sweat-drenched pubes. The raw, animalistic stench of Kevin's crotch is mesmerazing, a nauseating mix of pheromones and dried cum. Antony's throat convulses around Kevin's shaft, his oxygen cut off as Kevin holds him in place, moaning with perverse satisfaction. The cycle repeats-Steve's cock, then Kevin's-each thrust more fierce than the last. Antony's face is a mess of spit, tears, and pre-cum, his dignity obliterated by the relentless obscure games. The soldiers' laughter echoes through the room, their dominance absolute. Kevin and Steve, now dripping with sweat and arousal, decide to end their bully session with a final, degrading spectacle. Antony lies broken on the table, his throat raw and face slick with spit and tears. His tormentors tower over him, their cocks throbbing with anticipation as they devise one last act of cruelty. 'Let's see who can cover this faggy face faster,' Kevin sneers, his hand stroking his thick, veiny shaft aggressively. Steve grins, gripping his own meaty cock with a sadistic smirk. 'Loser cleans up the mess,' he , his voice low and mocking. Without warning, both men begin furiously jerking off, their hands a blur as they compete to unleash their load onto Antony's face. The air fills with the sound of skin slapping against skin, their heavy breathing mixing with Antony's muffled sobs. Kevin's cock, already slick with pre-cum, twitches violently as he edges closer to climax. 'Take it, bitch!' Kevin roars, his body tensing as the first thick ropes of cum explode onto Antony's face. The warm, sticky fluid splatters across his cheeks and eyelids, the salty-bitter taste seeping into his mouth. Steve follows moments later, his release even more explosive-thick, creamy spurts that coat Antony's forehead, nose, and lips. The soldiers' competition escalates into a frenzy. Kevin's second load erupts in heavy pulses, painting Antony's chin and neck. Steve, not to be outdone, grips his shaft and milks out every last drop, his cum mixing with Kevin's to form a glistening mask of humiliation. Antony gags as the thick, musky fluid pools in his mouth, the overwhelming taste of their arousal flooding his senses. 'Open wide for the grand finale,' Kevin snarls, pressing his cock against Antony's lips. Antony resists, but Steve slaps him hard, making his mouth open. Kevin's final spurt hits the back of Antony's throat, hot and viscous, while Steve's last ropes splatter across his eyelashes, blinding him temporarily. The room reeks of sex and sweat, the soldiers' laughter echoing as they admire their handiwork. Antony's face is unrecognizable-drenched in layer after layer of their cum, his dignity reduced to a puddle of warm shame. 'Clean yourself up, princess,' Steve mocks, tossing a dirty sock at Antony's face. 'Or maybe you'll lick it off the floor.
Format: mp4
Duration: 54:27
Video: 1920x1080, AVC (H.264), 11715kbps
Audio: 185kbps
File size: 4.6 GB
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Fetish Force Leather Goods pt.01 Walcott
Release Year: 2024
Studio: Fetish Force
Cast: Tryp Bates, Greg Dixxon
Genres: Anal, Big Dick, Boots, Jerk-Off, Oral, Rimming
Video language: English
During his late-night haircut with Tryp Bates, harnessed leather daddy Greg Dixxon can feel the barber's big dick rubbing up against his forearm. Curious to see if this really is a 'full service' shop, Greg instructs Tryp to shine his boots before pulling out his cock for Tryp to swallow. Tryp, eager to please his dom client, happily obeys Greg and is soon getting his hole blown out and his insides bred by the muscle hunk's throbbing bareback cock.Â
Format: mp4
Duration: 23:50
Video: 1920x1080, AVC (H.264), 3699kbps
Audio: 187kbps
File size: 679.6 MB
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Fisting Central Daddy Fucks Deep vol.1 Norridgewock
Release Year: 2025
Studio: Fisting Central
Cast: Devin Franco, Myles Landon, Wesley Woods
Genres: 3-Some, Anal, Big Dick, Double Fisting, Fingering, Fisting, Jerk-Off, Jock Straps, Oral, Rimming, Rosebud
Video language: English
When Ultra Sexy Wesley Woods and Daddy Myles Landon find Devin Franco naked and ready with his slutty ass in the air, the only thing to decide is which hole they're gonna own. As Devin sucks and gags on Wesley's rock hard cock, Myles works his gaping fuckhole wide enough for it to swallow his fist. Switching positions, Wesley wastes no time in getting both hands working...and wrecking Devin's gaping Cum Container.
Format: mp4
Duration: 30:16
Video: 1280x720, AVC (H.264), 3077kbps
Audio: 187kbps
File size: 725.7 MB
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Abraham Vs Alexandr - Wrestling 1440p Part 4 Lakota
Video language: English
Then face fucked before being spit roasted with a cock in his mouth and a raw dick slamming his ass. After he gets a mouthful of jizz in his mouth, my buddy shoves many fingers in this guy's ass as he beats off
Format: mp4
Duration: 25:05
Video: 2560x1440, AVC (H.264), 6807kbps
Audio: 154kbps
File size: 1.3 GB
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Release Year: 2025
Studio: Fisting Central
Cast: Ian Sterling, Bobby Ryker
Genres: Anal, BDSM, Big Dick, Boots, Fingering, Fisting, Flogging, Jerk-Off, Oral, Piercings, Restraints, Rimming, Spanking, Submission
Video language: English
Hairy hunk Ian Sterling is harnessed, bound, and blindfolded as beefy daddy Bobby Ryker comes up behind him to eat out his exposed hole and flog his bare ass. Bobby then gets behind his muscled bottom one more time to grab him by the harness while barebacking and breeding his worn-in asshole.
Format: mp4
Duration: 25:11
Video: 1920x1080, AVC (H.264), 4972kbps
Audio: 187kbps
File size: 952.9 MB
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Tickle To Orgasm Steve Tickle Trap 2 Joeng Milk Steve In Revenge As We Ticklish Hollow Rock
Studio: Str8crushfeet
In the harsh environment of a military camp, power dynamics are everything, and Kevin, the controlling and machista soldier, rules with an iron fist. His sidekick, Steve, follows blindly, eager to prove his loyalty through brutal games of domination. Enter Antony, the new recruit whose obvious queer nature makes him an easy target for their twisted amusement. The act begins with Kevin and Steve cornering Antony in the barracks, the air thick with tension. Kevin's voice drips with mocking superiority as he Antony, threatening to send him to the infamous snow camp if he doesn't submit to their games. The barracks are dimly lit, the smell of sweat and boot leather hanging heavy in the air. Antony's face twitches with disgust as Kevin make him to his knees, the cold floor biting into his skin. 'Smell like a man,' Kevin growls, shoving his boot into Antony's face. The interior of Kevin's boot is a nightmare-dank, soggy, and reeking of days-old sweat. The stench is unbearable, a mix of sharp vinegar and musky funk that makes Antony gag. Steve watches with a dumb grin, clearly aroused by the power trip. As Antony struggles, Kevin and Steve take turns pinning him down, their wrestling holds immobilizing him completely. The camera zooms in on Kevin's boots as they're removed, revealing his long, slender feet in military socks. The fabric is drenched with sweat, clinging to his skin like a second layer. The smell is overwhelming-sharp, pungent, and primal. 'You're going to kiss these feet like the little bitch you are,' Kevin sneers, grabbing Antony by the hair and push his face closer. Antony's eyes water as the socks brush against his lips, the texture rough and soaked with sweat. Steve joins in, slamming his own bootless foot into Antony's face, his wide, muscular foot engulfing Antony's cheek. The sweat from Steve's foot is even thicker, a heavy, saline odor that fills Antony's nostrils and makes him choke. The camera lingers on the humiliation, capturing every detail of Antony's anguish and the cruel satisfaction of his tormentors. This is just the beginning. The atmosphere in the common room is thick with tension as Kevin and Steve continue their brutal game of dominance over Antony. Kevin is the first to climb onto the wooden structure of the ceiling, his athletic physique glistening under the harsh fluorescent lights. His bare feet, long and slender, hang menacingly in the air, poised to deliver their full fury onto Antony's face. The stench of stale sweat and sharp vinegar fills the air, making Antony's stomach churn in revulsion. 'Open up, you little slut,' Kevin sneers, his voice dripping with malice. Steve grabs Antony's head with brute strength, his fingers digging deep into Antony's scalp as he yanks his mouth open. Kevin slowly lowers his right foot, the calloused sole pressing roughly against Antony's lips. The taste is nauseating-a salty, acidic mix that burns Antony's tongue. His jaw strains painfully as Kevin presses harder, elongating the agony. Now it's Steve's turn. His muscular frame flexes as he balances on the wooden bars, lowering his left foot. Despite being a soldier, Steve's feet are unusually soft and wide, their smooth skin glistening with a thick layer of sweat. The odor is primal-a heavy, masculine scent of gym locker sweat that fills Antony's nostrils. As Steve gets his foot into Antony's mouth, the salty tang intensifies, becoming almost unbearable. The smooth yet clammy texture of his skin creates a nauseating sensation that Antony can barely endure. With each exhale, their mocking laughter echoes through the room, intertwining with Antony's muffled whimpers. Their feet, heavy and dominant, seem to suck the very air out of the space, leaving Antony breathless and hopeless. The torment escalates as Kevin and Steve toss Antony onto the wooden table, his wrists bound tightly behind his back. The air is thick with the stench of sweat and dominance, Antony's breath coming in ragged gasps as he realizes the true extent of his helplessness. Kevin and Steve exchange a cruel grin, their eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure as they prepare to push Antony to his limits. 'Time to make you useful, bitch,' Kevin growls, his voice low and menacing. He climbs onto the table, straddling Antony's chest, his long, slender feet dangling inches from Antony's face. The sweat glistens on his skin, the odor sharp and overpowering. Steve, meanwhile, stands at Antony's side, his wide, muscular foot pressing firmly against Antony's groin. The pressure is intense, a heavy, unrelenting weight that obligate Antony's body to betray him despite his humiliation. Kevin grabs Antony's hair, moving his head upward. 'Lick,' he barks, his voice cold and commanding. Antony hesitates for a moment, his pride warring with the overwhelming fear of consequences. But with Steve's foot pressing relentlessly against his groin, Antony's body begins to betray him. A spark of unwanted arousal ignites, and with a sob of despair, he begins to lick Kevin's feet. The texture of Kevin's skin is rough against Antony's tongue, the sweat leaving a salty, acidic residue that burns his mouth. Steve watches with a cruel smirk, his foot pressing harder against Antony's groin as he sees the flicker of arousal in Antony's eyes. 'You're such a little slut,' Steve sneers, his voice dripping with contempt. 'You can't even hide how much you love this.' Kevin switches feet, making Antony to lavish attention on his other foot as well. The smell is nauseating, a mix of days-old sweat and vinegar that clings to Antony's senses. Steve takes his turn next, his wide, muscular foot replacing Kevin's as Antony is compelled to worship him with equal fervor. The smoothness of Steve's skin contrasts sharply with the roughness of Kevin's, but the odor is no less overwhelming-a thick, primal scent that fills Antony's nostrils and makes his stomach churn. Throughout the ordeal, Steve's foot remains pressed against Antony's groin, ensuring that his body betrays him at every moment. The humiliation is absolute-Antony's arousal grows despite his desperation to resist, his mind shattered by the knowledge of his own helplessness. Antony's torment reaches its most degrading peak as Kevin and Steve shift tactics, their sadism escalating to a new tier of . Steve drags Antony's exausth body to the edge of the table, pinning his shoulders down while Kevin yanks his head backward until it dangles precariously off the edge. The pulses rushes to Antony's skull, his vision blurring as panic sets in. 'Time to choke on a real man's cock, bitch,' Kevin snarls, unbuckling his pants to reveal his thick, veiny shaft. The glistening head of his penis pulses with arousal, already leaking pre-cum onto Antony's trembling lips. Steve laughs, his own muscular cock springing free, swollen and heavy with anticipation. Kevin slaps his dick across Antony's face, the hot, musky stench of his groin overwhelming Antony's senses. 'Open up or I'll break your jaw,' he growls. Antony whimpers but obeys, his mouth obliged open by Steve's iron grip. Without warning, Kevin thrusts his entire length down Antony's throat. The taste is bitter and salty-days of unwashed military sweat and precum flooding Antony's mouth. He gags violently, tears streaming down his cheeks as Kevin's cock rams into his esophagus, his hips slamming relentlessly against Antony's lips. Steve takes his turn, his thicker, meatier cock stretching Antony's throat even wider. The overpowering smell of his pubic zone-a mix of locker-room musk and body odor-fills Antony's nostrils, triggering his gag reflex. Steve's grip on Antony's hair tightens as he brutally face-fucks him, grunting with each thrust. 'Take it deep, slut,' he , his balls slapping against Antony's chin. Kevin returns, this time sliding his cock so deep that Antony's nose buries into his sweat-drenched pubes. The raw, animalistic stench of Kevin's crotch is mesmerazing, a nauseating mix of pheromones and dried cum. Antony's throat convulses around Kevin's shaft, his oxygen cut off as Kevin holds him in place, moaning with perverse satisfaction. The cycle repeats-Steve's cock, then Kevin's-each thrust more fierce than the last. Antony's face is a mess of spit, tears, and pre-cum, his dignity obliterated by the relentless obscure games. The soldiers' laughter echoes through the room, their dominance absolute. Kevin and Steve, now dripping with sweat and arousal, decide to end their bully session with a final, degrading spectacle. Antony lies broken on the table, his throat raw and face slick with spit and tears. His tormentors tower over him, their cocks throbbing with anticipation as they devise one last act of cruelty. 'Let's see who can cover this faggy face faster,' Kevin sneers, his hand stroking his thick, veiny shaft aggressively. Steve grins, gripping his own meaty cock with a sadistic smirk. 'Loser cleans up the mess,' he , his voice low and mocking. Without warning, both men begin furiously jerking off, their hands a blur as they compete to unleash their load onto Antony's face. The air fills with the sound of skin slapping against skin, their heavy breathing mixing with Antony's muffled sobs. Kevin's cock, already slick with pre-cum, twitches violently as he edges closer to climax. 'Take it, bitch!' Kevin roars, his body tensing as the first thick ropes of cum explode onto Antony's face. The warm, sticky fluid splatters across his cheeks and eyelids, the salty-bitter taste seeping into his mouth. Steve follows moments later, his release even more explosive-thick, creamy spurts that coat Antony's forehead, nose, and lips. The soldiers' competition escalates into a frenzy. Kevin's second load erupts in heavy pulses, painting Antony's chin and neck. Steve, not to be outdone, grips his shaft and milks out every last drop, his cum mixing with Kevin's to form a glistening mask of humiliation. Antony gags as the thick, musky fluid pools in his mouth, the overwhelming taste of their arousal flooding his senses. 'Open wide for the grand finale,' Kevin snarls, pressing his cock against Antony's lips. Antony resists, but Steve slaps him hard, making his mouth open. Kevin's final spurt hits the back of Antony's throat, hot and viscous, while Steve's last ropes splatter across his eyelashes, blinding him temporarily. The room reeks of sex and sweat, the soldiers' laughter echoing as they admire their handiwork. Antony's face is unrecognizable-drenched in layer after layer of their cum, his dignity reduced to a puddle of warm shame. 'Clean yourself up, princess,' Steve mocks, tossing a dirty sock at Antony's face. 'Or maybe you'll lick it off the floor.
Format: mp4
Duration: 54:27
Video: 1920x1080, AVC (H.264), 11715kbps
Audio: 185kbps
File size: 4.6 GB
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Fetish Force Leather Goods pt.01 Walcott
Release Year: 2024
Studio: Fetish Force
Cast: Tryp Bates, Greg Dixxon
Genres: Anal, Big Dick, Boots, Jerk-Off, Oral, Rimming
Video language: English
During his late-night haircut with Tryp Bates, harnessed leather daddy Greg Dixxon can feel the barber's big dick rubbing up against his forearm. Curious to see if this really is a 'full service' shop, Greg instructs Tryp to shine his boots before pulling out his cock for Tryp to swallow. Tryp, eager to please his dom client, happily obeys Greg and is soon getting his hole blown out and his insides bred by the muscle hunk's throbbing bareback cock.Â
Format: mp4
Duration: 23:50
Video: 1920x1080, AVC (H.264), 3699kbps
Audio: 187kbps
File size: 679.6 MB
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Fisting Central Daddy Fucks Deep vol.1 Norridgewock
Release Year: 2025
Studio: Fisting Central
Cast: Devin Franco, Myles Landon, Wesley Woods
Genres: 3-Some, Anal, Big Dick, Double Fisting, Fingering, Fisting, Jerk-Off, Jock Straps, Oral, Rimming, Rosebud
Video language: English
When Ultra Sexy Wesley Woods and Daddy Myles Landon find Devin Franco naked and ready with his slutty ass in the air, the only thing to decide is which hole they're gonna own. As Devin sucks and gags on Wesley's rock hard cock, Myles works his gaping fuckhole wide enough for it to swallow his fist. Switching positions, Wesley wastes no time in getting both hands working...and wrecking Devin's gaping Cum Container.
Format: mp4
Duration: 30:16
Video: 1280x720, AVC (H.264), 3077kbps
Audio: 187kbps
File size: 725.7 MB
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Abraham Vs Alexandr - Wrestling 1440p Part 4 Lakota
Video language: English
Then face fucked before being spit roasted with a cock in his mouth and a raw dick slamming his ass. After he gets a mouthful of jizz in his mouth, my buddy shoves many fingers in this guy's ass as he beats off
Format: mp4
Duration: 25:05
Video: 2560x1440, AVC (H.264), 6807kbps
Audio: 154kbps
File size: 1.3 GB
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