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This was a bit over a year ago when we first met Marioa sexy amateur boxer with two or three tats, a sexy smooth body and a thick tasty slab of penis. Mario is that rare type of Latin heart transplant that is effortlessly macho and can be blessed with the ability to deliver a number of the nastiest filthy conversation we’ve ever heard as though it’s the most casual of conversations. That’s something which remains unchanged over the previous year and while the face is at least as handsome and that cock equally as large and thick and famished, the entire body in between has been changed to a pumped, ripped picture of what perfect muscularity is about: perfectly balanced, exceptionally thin and constructed to prominence without being more developed. He opens his shirt, showing off the deep ridges of his buttocks, as his hands continue and catch that swollen cock in his pants from testimony to the fact our Man Mario is much from only all speak, but prepared for action.Our Latin Casanova stares directly into the camera with those heavy brown bedroom eyes, reaching in his shorts and massaging spot right under his balls, then commenting how great his own touch is which makes him feel. Bending over, he steps from his shorts and lies on the couch, his cock beginning to swell beneath that hot dark bush. His balls are dark and hang between those meaty thighs. A couple of hand over hand purposeful caresses and Mario is stone hard, slapping his meat against his belly. With deep, lusty shouts, he rubs his pecs and nips while keeping a tight stroke on his dick. Pump it. . .ya must pump it difficult! That is 1 man who knows how to coax each ounce of enjoyment from his cock as he spreads his legs wide and squeezes once more under his balls, so we cannot help but wonder if he does not have some untapped pleasure zones on the reverse side as well. Lying on his belly, lifting as if he was fucking a woman, his ass is a sight to behold. Mario even reaches and slaps his own ass cheeks, and ever so immediately spreads them open, allowing his finger tip fast graze across the opening as if he was not convinced we would detect or more likely, most deliberately, knowing how much it would turn us to find a straight guy flirting with the sensation of his own hole. He stares directly into the camera, then flashing his tonguethen starts to pound furiously away at his penis, until the head is blood red, his balls are bloated and his legs clearly trembling, he explodes a load around that heaving stomach. |
