Extreme Fisting Session in the Club Inferno Dungeon
The dungeon's heavy door creaks shut behind the two horny bottoms, their eyes gleaming with anticipation for the night's extreme fisting session. The room is filled with the scent of leather and lube as their coach, a rugged, muscular hunk, enters, his boots clicking on the concrete floor. He surveys his prey, a smirk playing on his lips as he takes in their gaping, eager holes. "You two want it rough, don't you?" he growls, his voice echoing in the chamber. They nod, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. He approaches, his hands glistening with lube, and without warning, plunges his fists deep into their asses. The bottoms cry out, their bodies convulsing as they struggle to accommodate his size. But they're hungry for more, and the coach obliges, fucking them harder and faster, his hands working in tandem, stretching and filling them completely. The room is a symphony of grunts, groans, and the wet, slapping sounds of extreme fisting, as the bottoms give themselves over completely to their coach's dominant control.