Josh West fucks Brock Rustin

Josh West’s tattooed, muscular frame dominates as Brock Rustin lies spread-eagled, legs bound tight with red straps to the medical table. The shaved heads and pale skin contrast against the sterile surface as West grips his fist, preparing to slide deep into Brock’s stretched hole. The tension in Brock’s grip on the edges of the table and the deliberate angle of West’s approach make this a precise, controlled invasion. No hesitation, just the cold precision of a fist pushing past resistance.