D Arclyte fists Tony Orlando

Tony Orlando’s fist stretches Tony’s tight hole open while the third man kneels behind, his fingers already buried deep inside. The dark-haired, tattooed one grips the black leather gloves, working the thick knuckle in slow, deliberate thrusts as Tony lies flat, his body stretched taut. Another man’s mouth seals over Tony’s, tongues tangling hard as a second hand slides slick between his cheeks, tracing the rim before diving in. The slim, shaved-headed one watches, his own fingers already slick with Tony’s slickness, ready to join the stretch.