Barefoot and fisted - Fisting Central

Red light flashing against corrugated metal is the perfect complement to the sirens that are blaring as the camera searches for the source of the groans we hear. The groaner is dark-skinned delight Race Cooper on his back and the occasion is Sebastian Keyes' fist up his ass. Besides Race's plundered butt we see the upraised soles of his feet and the white contrast of the naked man wielding the fist. Race lifts his nut sack out of the way and Sebastian scoops up more lube, using his gloved hands to tease Race's dark maroon rosebud into emerging. Race lifts one foot to Sebastian's face, and Sebastian kisses the sole and licks the toes as if they were licorice sticks. Race turns over. He is half upright, on his knees, his washboard abs perfectly illuminated. He leans back into Sebastian's smooth chest as Sebastian continues to apply bursts of pumping action with his right fist while enveloping Race's torso with his left arm. Sebastian nuzzles Race's ear with his beard as Race shoots a white-hot load.

The most devilish grin in porn belongs to Leo Forte, and it's being directed at Ben Reyes, the smooth brown-skinned Latin with Leo's fist and forearm up his butt. Leo is naked and half-hard, whispering to Ben as he inserts a second gloved hand, then begins a driving left-right-left that brings a wide grin to Ben's face. Leo uses six fingers to dilate Ben's hole, stretching it until its cavernous walls catch and reflect the red light around them. He spins Ben into a shoulder stand, bracing his cock against Ben's tailbone to savor the benefits of some slippery friction while continuing to alternate fists in Ben's hole. Pumped pecs, a tapering waist and a furry chest make Leo a hot package and the word ?Fiend? tattooed on his left arm makes one wonder what else he can deliver. Giving Ben's hole a rest, Leo lubes his left foot ... and Ben sits on it. This is no garden-variety toe fuck but Leo's entire foot. While Ben bounces to orgasm in ecstasy, Leo jacks off, cumming on his muscular thigh.

Brian Bonds is naked and kneeling, his eyes closed and his butt raised in anticipation. His bubble butt is about to be stretched with a gloved fist. Behind him, Tony Buff, naked from the waist up, is lubing his hands in preparation. Brian's toes curl as Tony uses several fingers to stuff Brian's ass with lubricant. Putting his palms together as if to pray, Tony jams eight fingers into Brian. Brian's head flips back. Tony replaces his fingers with a single entire fist as Brian's hips rock in counterpoint. His eyes roll back as endorphins flood his body. The penetration is deep, slow and sensuous. Changing the scenario, Brian rolls onto his back and Tony ties a crimson rope around Brian's feet and ankles to lift and separate his legs. Brian's hairy chest heaves. He and Tony have grabbed their hard cocks and are stroking furiously while the fisting continues. Arcs of cum shoot from Brian's shaft across his torso as Tony pops his load onto the fucking platform.

Call it what you will interracial, black and white, salt and pepper the skin contrast presented by Race Cooper and Sebastian Keys is stark. Sebastian is pale, beefy and hairy (especially from the waist down); Race is dark chocolate, with flawless smooth skin a shaven head and textbook-perfect abs. Sebastian's ass is lifted high as he pulls his glutes apart for Race's fist and wrist to saw through his innards. Lube runs down his taint and scrotum onto the floor. His bearded face is rubbed into the mat as he labors to relax his hole. Flipping onto his back provides a better position and angle, and Race's fist slides past the resisting sphincter muscles. Locking his fist in Sebastian's ass, Race uses his arm as a lever to spin his bottom back and forth as if he were on a lazy Susan. Withdrawing his fist, Race feeds his dripping fingers to Sebastian, who sucks the juices off each one before cumming in the palm of the gloved hand that was just in his mouth. Race feeds him his spooge and they share a kiss.