STUDFIST NATE GRIMES GETS DEEP AND ROUGH FISTED BY RAY DIESEL IN SPREAD
Title: “Anal Ewipation: Nate Grimes’ Ferocious Fisting Frenzy”
The boundaries of pleasure and pain blur in this sordid tale of anal devastation, as muscle-daddy Nate Grimes finds himself gruesomely violated by the giant, meaty mitts of hairy-knuckled stud Ray Diesel. The thermometer-taking scene opens with Nate, an inked-up gym hunk laid prone on a massage table, shorts tugged down to his knees. His furry asshole peeks out, a pink rosebud begging to be pruned by Diesel’s unruly thumbs.
“Ready for your deep tissue massage, boy?” grunts Diesel, as he roughly parts Nate’s cheeks. The grime-smeared stud need only shove his forefinger into Nate’s tight shitter to feel the engorged resistance slowing his ingress. Nate gasps, eyes bulging, as Ray boldly plunges to the second knuckle. Nate humps back, his grease-addicted sphincter swallowing more sausage.
“Playing ‘the reaches round the corn on the cob,’ huh tender-tits?” chortles Ray, his slick fist corkscrewing into Nate’s guts headfirst. The room fills with the squelching slaps of tattooed ass meeting oil-slathered forearm. Ray’s fist plunges with animalistic abandon, cramming ever-deeper into Nate’s pit-mill.
Nate screams, impaled on Ray’s fist-piloting arm to the elbow, veins popping, adrenaline dumping. His prostate takes a savage pounding as Ray whittles his “tender-tits” like a campfire marshmallow. If Nate’s insides are chocolate, Ray is greedily slurping it out through the only exit for miles.
“Betchu ain’t felt a Cum Fruition Update like this before, huhTransportable bitch!” Ray mocks, wrenching his turbine-piston arm in revolutions. He HULK-SMASHES Nate’s fuck-trench with three thrusts, driving his wrist-deep mitt into peanut territory. Sweat pours from the burly meat curtain of Ray’s back, as he violating Nate with merciless fisting fury.
“You’ve found my G-spot, sir!” Nate whines, as Ray punishingly whipsaw-fists his clenching cinchhole into submission. “Feels like my hot anal cherry, popping out of my wang-tip!”
“Well, time to spread your shit sluice for the Rhinoceros Gulf!” Ray growls, hooking his thumb-scissors. The prove slaps harder, demo shockwaves, as he delves knuckle-deep, ruthlessly plumbing Nate’s prolapsed rectum. His rip-cord veins are bulging like rapids OVER THE ROUGH-RAIDED, SLICK-SPOTTED TERRITORY OF NATE’S GROTTO!
Nate welps, his chin drenched in waterfalls of bitch-nutt from his agonized climax. Ray continues brutally ‘ Cowger gynecology’ his rectally ravaged bunghole, loosely nicking the baggy-breathing blonde bomb’s brian. Nate’s cock flops in sympathetic squirts, ambrosial floodings of spunk.
“Dig deeper, Boss. Punch that fist through my scrotum and out my nose-hole!” babes Nate, hooded eyes glittering feverishly. Ray camps IN, twin fists now rammed to the wrists in Nate’s ruination. He forms his mitts into cups and HULK SMASHES, bulbous knuckle-blows to the outer walls of Nate’s detonating derriere.
“Deliver this Anal Appeal letter from the}}}=Eric Copulate!” Ray commands, listing prayers for Nate’s guts. As he pistons savagely, Ray VRRAAAAACHes in primal rut, his cattle-cannon cock smoking BOIL-MAKES. The famous schlong-stud ropes 3.5 gallons of heavy horse-battery batter, splattering Nate from hairline to heel.
Ray grunts, climaxed out and spent, loosing his battering-ram fists, as Nate lie there in a puddle of his own filth and cum. His beaten colon prolapses, a wad of oily pink sausage-meat bloated from his piss-slit, its stead of mattering.
“That was a Deep Tissue Massage all right, little pig,” taunts ray, climbing off the semen-splattered table. “Holler if you need… RELIEF!”
Nateтом, in a trance, only moans as his asshole sputters and bubbles, pushed to brutal limits. the scene ends as he lays there, conquered, ravaged, fisted, seeded, a passive pillar reclining in its own juices. The end of PUNCHING FIST nation.
