Flashback: Casual Fisting and Other Stuff

25 May 2018

Flashback: Casual Fisting and Other Stuff

I know when I'm getting fisted, I'm definitely casually standing there making out with someone who is also casually standing there making out with someone. And I know there is zero lube in sight. And everything is lovely and romantic.

Now I'll unpack the lies. I don't get fisted in the first place. I forgot my red hanky in my college dorm washing machine. So officially whoops.

And maybe these guys aren't actually getting fisted. Possibly the supposed fister lives up to the stereotype and has very flexible wrists, allowing his hands to be jammed up against the respective and respectable taints, rather than jammed inside. 

I just hope if the fister gets an itch someone will scratch it for him, as his hands aren't free.

Flashback: Casual Fisting and Other Stuff

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The guy getting the fake doctor listening to and timing the heartbeat or pulse of his real asshole with a real stethoscope cannot keep from smiling. He's adorable. I bet if he works hard at rectal cardio, he can get his resting asshole beat down to 55 asshole beats per minute.

These mysterious images make the locker room studs look positively generic. Sometimes generic is good.

And these are all mysterious images in a way. The only thing for sure is that somebody was masturbating to each one of the in their day. And then the next image. And the next. The key to getting off from pornography is more pornography. But you knew that.

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