Fuck-hungry Jeffrey lies on his back, knees pulled high. His uncut limp cock slaps his belly, balls hang heavy. His eager hole is already shiny and slightly puffy. Jeffery lets out a small whimper when Yoshi’s hand first rests on his inner thigh. Two slick fingers smear lube into the hole, push in without ceremony. Jeffrey’s thighs jump. His immediate high whine turns into a wet sob. Slow, relentless push inside. The hole swallows Yoshi's fist with a sloppy gulp. Jeffrey’s whole body arches; he starts making small pig-squeals. Lube oozes out around the wrist. Short, nasty punches drill in, each one met with a fresh sob. Fist pulls out. The hole stays open, red and glossy, winking.

Jeffrey reaches down and spreads himself, moaning harder when he feels how loose he already is. Two fingers dip back in just to show how effortlessly they disappear. Both of Yoshi’s hands work the sloppy hole at once. When they slide out, the hole gapes. Jeffrey whimpers then pushes two of his own fingers in beside Yoshi’s, feeling how ruined he is. His cock is slapping around, ignored. Every deep plunge makes him moan.

Jeffrey bends over or stands with his ass pushed back. Yoshi’s tattooed forearm disappears to mid-forearm. Jeffrey’s voice is wrecked now. His legs tremble and shake. He makes pig noises that don’t even form words anymore. Every time the fist pops out, a string of lube drips out of a fresh gape. The camera moves up into the sloppy mess. No mercy, but Jeffrey never taps out, staying the crying, whining, grateful fist pig from the first finger to last tough, deep punch.