This week on Fist Club, the fisting expert Mat Wolff transforms the holes of Apollo Fates and Max Depth into huge, gaping rosebuds. Mat Wolff, a burly and rough-looking man with a chiseled jaw and brooding eyes, is in his element at Fist Club. It is here, in this abandoned warehouse, that he can let go of the constraints of society and indulge in his true passions. And no one knows those passions better than Mat.
With Apollo Fates and Max Depth at his side, Mat is in total control. He has them both bent over, their exposed holes at his mercy. And he relishes in it. With his skilled tongue and experienced hands, Mat teases and prods at their delicate puckered entrances, causing moans of pleasure and pain to escape their lips. He revels in the feeling of their bodies writhing under his touch, their desperation for him evident in every breath and movement.
But Mat isn’t satisfied with just teasing and pleasuring them. No, he wants to dominate them completely. And so, with a wicked grin, he begins to rim and fist both men simultaneously, pushing them to their limits and beyond. As he works them over, they cry out in equal parts pleasure and agony, their mangled holes stretching and gaping under his expert touch. But Mat doesn’t stop, not until their bright red insides are visible and Apollo is left covered in cum and spit, utterly spent and satisfied.
With a satisfied smirk, Mat stands up, wiping his hands on his jeans. “Another successful night at Fist Club,” he declares, as the two men collapse in a heap on the ground. And as he basks in the afterglow of his conquest, Mat can’t help but feel like he is truly living his best.
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