From the acquire go, Maulder presented himself as no thing shy of an absolute pro. He’s got porn star written all over him. One look from these darksome bedroom eyes and u melt. One flash of that gutsy but phat smile nestled inside a ideal scruffy beard and you’re hooked. I haven’t even got to his body yet! Broad shoulders and a barrel chest peaked out from below his hot reservoir top. His biceps bulged as this guy flexed and then drove his hand into his shorts. He’s a taskmaster at the art of seduction, putting on one damn entertaining striptease. So entertaining, u acquire an additional 5 minutes of wanking joy! That's greater amount spank for your bank!
His knob bulged greatly in these black shorts. On his knees, this chab gently rocked his haunches back and forth, thrusting his growing package toward the camera. His fingers disappeared inside his open fly and I could just make out the stiffening shaft they were tracing with their tips. He squeezed his hardon from the outside of his shorts with one as well as the other beefy palms. And then this chab started groaning. Fuck me, the groaning! Hearing that soft yet masculine voice escape his lips in little bursts of breath was giving me hot goosebumps all over.
He fell back on the ottoman and pulled his reservoir up to expose shaggy taught nipps that that guy rubbed and pinched ever so sexily. Suddenly his thick uncut 10-pounder was out of his shorts and I realized this beefcake had been going commando. It added an supplementary layer of hotness to him knowing that there wasn’t an additional layer of fabric betwixt his shorts and his subrigid weenie. It was absolutely free in advance of I knew it, his shorts having been discarded out of my knowledge. He gently jerked on his attractive knob, teasing his piddle pussy, rubbing the underside of his head, twirling his shaft around and squeezing it softly to firm it up.
His hand slid not fast to his chocolate hole and I do make no doubt of a fingertip my have crammed ever so shallowly inside his furry anus. Being a total top, Maulder probably isn’t one for much booty play. But being an expert at turning on a camera, this guy no doubt knew exactly where to put that finger to drive me wild. It solely lasted a pont of time, but that was all the reference I needed.
His shlong had grown to an impressively girthy seven inches. Veins galore were popping from all the taut sap this guy kept in his rod with a jock ring. His boner need to have felt so fucking warm in his fist as that guy lubed it with JISM and continued wanking. His breathing got heavier, his rod got harder, that guy was working his way toward the edge. His furry abdomen tightened with each clench of his abs and that guy worked the head of his rod feverishly. He placed a thumb inside his foreskin and rubbed the glistening head of his pecker. His lips pursed and that guy grit his teeth and groaned an aching groan that spoke volumes about how much pressure this chab currently held back inside his balls. He was willing to erupt. And I couldn’t keep him from doing so any longer.
As this chab lay back and beat his soaked meat, the chain around his neck fell to the daybed, nearly pinning this animal to the blanket. His 10-pounder was so fucking hard and this guy bit his tongue and whimpered with a lust to lose his nut. He milked that red and swollen knob, covering and uncovering the head with his foreskin. He dabbed out some precum and then went back to work, jerking like a madman. I could feel his hawt breath on my face as that guy exhaled and another time, there were the hawt goosebumps.
There was a pont of time I thought he’d lost it previous to this guy wanted to. A leaks of cum drizzled down the side of his shaft and this guy told “damn it.” He hadn’t cum totally though, as I was about to find. That was just the result of an intensive edging session. An overflow of what had been bubbling up just inside his make water cookie this whole discharge. Shoot this chab did, a wallop of a load, slimy and thick and creamy. White and gulp worthwhile, his cum poured from his piddle cookie like an avalanche down the side of a mountain. He got out each final drop, exhaled deeply, and reveled in a job well done. It was obvious at that pont of time, as it had been from the very starting, that Maulder was in it to win it. This fucking stocky muscle cub was going to dominate anything in his way.
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