Alessio Romero fist Trent Bloom

Alessio Romero’s thick, tattooed fingers stretch Trent Bloom’s hole open with brutal precision, the red gloves slick with lube as he works the first knuckle deep inside. Trent grips the chair back, his shaved head leaning forward in a silent, stretched-out submission, while Romero’s bearded jaw tightens over the slow, deliberate pressure. The air hums with the wet, deliberate sound of flesh giving way, no words, just the, unbroken force of it.