Steve Arcturus Barebacks & Fists Sebastian Bluu

Club Inferno Dungeon just became a meat detonation site, and Sebastian Bluu’s ass is the ground zero. Steve Arcturus, the muscle-bound warlord, starts solo—hand pummeling his cock like it’s a hostile takeover, veins bulging, glans flaring like a grenade pin. Then Sebastian slams the door open, drops to his knees, and rams Steve’s meat down his throat like a deepthroat dare. Steve’s cock swells, precum dripping like a leaky pipe, and Sebastian licks, swallows, and milks it like a prostate surgeon.

Rimming begins—Steve’s tongue plows into Sebastian’s crack like a mine shaft drill, sweat soaking the floor, precum dripping like a faucet. Sebastian’s hole? Tight, but greedy—it gapes open like a hungry mouth, and Steve’s cock sinks in like a concrete pour. Pounding him raw, balls slapping his thighs like a whip cracking, Steve restructures Sebastian’s anatomy, stretching him wider than a Walmart parking lot until that ass screams for a fist.

Then—the main event. Steve’s hand curls into a claw, fingers slick with spit and desperation, and rams his fist in like a meat hook through a sieve. Sebastian’s hole relaxes, sucks it in like a vacuum, ass gaping wide as Steve pumps it like a bellows. The sound? Wet, squelching, like a sewer flood. Sebastian’s moans? War cries. Steve’s grip? Unshakable. The fist stays buried—Sebastian’s ass ripples around it, cum dripping from his lips as Steve unloads again, creampie floods his guts, cock pulsing inside him like a grenade with a delayed fuse. Steve pulls out, fist glistening, and rams his cock back in, burying it to the balls in a hole that’s now ruined—a cum crater.