Brock Rustin gets fisted by Gio Ryder

Brock Rustin grips the black leather straps as Gio Ryder works his thick fingers deep inside his asshole, the pale, muscular body bent over the edge of whatever holds him. Another man, shaved head and tattoos glistening under the light, watches with his own hands gripping Brock’s hips, mirroring the slow, deliberate stretch. The strap-on hums between Gio’s thighs as he drives his fist in further, the three of them locked in the tight, relentless rhythm of fisting.