Studio: PeterFever

It's a reality tv world and we're all living in it. Welcome to the catty fuckboi lair of the Real HouseHusbands, LA's backbitingest, rawfuckingest men you're ever going to run into, or run from. Out on a shady terrace, Colt discloses that he's got a fresh gig as a type of fitness tutor. Bitchy bro Phoenix begins tearing him down in true reality villain style. 'So you're a kind of dance fitness tutor?' this guy sneers. Hans notices and confesses to the camera that that guy and Colt have been exchanging glances throughout the brouhaha. When Colt picks Hans up to demonstrate the 'fitness' angle of his group dance classes, the one and the other of em begin feeling that familiar rustling in the crotch. 'I got what I wanted, as I always do...' Colt explains, as we cut to watch him swapping tongues with Hans on the nearest mattress. The dance class fitness coach in a short time peels down his boxers to give Hans 1st crack at his oversized fucktool. Once they're on the sofa exchanging rimjobs, it's clear where this is headed. Hans squats onto Colt's inflexible manrammer, and Colt rises to his knees to drill in balls unfathomable. Hans lifts one leg halfway to the ceiling as Colt pounds in hard. Once they're doin' it , Colt just has to let his sex cream splatter. He pulls out to spray a load from arse crack to the scruff of Hans' neck. Pushing back in, that guy squirts a final scarcely any for priceless measure previous to Hans geysers out his own creamy batch.

Format: mp4
Duration: 20:49
Video: 1920x1080, AVC (H.264), 7814kbps
Audio: 251kbps

File size: 1.2 GB