Synopsis

"Matthieu Paris, Wilfried Knight, Matthew Soul, and James Aaron have yet to meet a fist or an asshole they couldn't handle and a reign of terror is soon unleashed to wreak havoc. With 3 Fists in Paris, watch them "storm the Bastille" with a vigorous back-door, often two-fisted approach guaranteed to heighten the level of their euphoria.

With his tattooed asshole all juiced up for action, James Aaron assumes the position and kneels in eager anticipation of Matthieu Paris' dynamic fists. Loads of lube enables the sneering puppet master to slide, slam, jab his fingers and then his fists slickly inside James' asshole, stretching the gaping rectum wide open. How much lube, how much ass-stretching can James take? A lot. Nothing seems to faze him as Matthieu pumps his left fist and then his right fist in and out. James moans and groans with every insertion, drowning in the sexual delirium only a fisting fool like him can understand. Matthieu continues to taunt and tease, growling and grimacing, determined to inflict as much pained pleasure as he can. And only when James' asshole is practically turned inside out, do the men switch places with Matthieu now on the receiving end. James manages to slam his arm up to his elbow inside Matthieu's butt hole. He's impressed with his effort, but Matthieu seems to wonder, "Is that all you got?" So with more lube and a series of double-fisted plunging to satisfy the master, James works Matthieu's bunghole some more. The Frenchman pisses his approval all over the proceedings, encouraging his apprentice to try even harder and James is more than eager to comply.

Matthieu seduces his new boy toy Matthew Soul with gentle kisses, inviting the young man to submit to his will and savor the sensory wonders of his body. Matthew quickly finds himself down on his knees, excitedly sucking Matthieu's erect cock. He then bends over, his ass cheeks as round and sweet as bonbons, and he yields his ass to the fiery Frenchman. Matthieu tickles and teases Matthew's ass crack, then slips on a condom and fucks him hard – doggie-style first, then missionary. Matthew is relaxed, ready and willing to let it rip and watches as Matthieu slips on his rubber gloves. With oceans of lotion, he greases up Matthew's asshole and then pumps his fists in and out. Both men are sharing the thrill of it all wondering how much more the other can take. After Matthieu attempts to shove his elbow inside Matthew's asshole, he showers the kid with his warm piss. Then under his guidance, Matthieu into a swollen rosebud. Matthieu is resolute in his drive to satisfy and be satisfied. He continues fisting his partner, brutally at times. Then Matthew straddles Matthieu and they simultaneously fist each other, both of them groaning their delight.

Matthieu Paris and Wilfried Knight are ready to loose their morals and their marbles, investing all their energy and efforts in pleasuring one another. Wilfried starts to nurse off Matthieu's uncut cock, nibbling and biting the fleshy foreskin and swallowing the shaft all the way down to its base. Then he turns Matthieu around so he can stretch his asshole wide open and let his tongue sink inside. Matthieu next lays back in the sling, his legs spread apart and his asshole exposed and vulnerable to Wilfried's whim. The hunky Wilfried talks Matthieu through the anal workout he's got planned, assuring him, encouraging him to buck up, as he literally tries to rip his asshole apart. Matthieu's sphincter muscle is stretched to the extreme, revealing the reddish inverted flesh of his anal canal. But none of this backdoor destruction will deter the men from the undeniable excitement they're feeling. Matthieu's ass swallows more and more of Wilfried's greased arm, the elasticity of his hole quite impressive and not suggested for the squeamish. More two-handed fisting, more asshole stretching, more full arm insertion and then a mouthful of Wilfried's cum in Matthieu's mouth, and the men are through, exhausted and wallowing with satisfaction in their joint excursion through hell."