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Inked, shot, buff and hung, his name might be Jacob Slader but after seeing the magnitude of the bulge in his shorts, Jacobs Ladder is similar to it, as something that big has to be increased. Grasping what looks like a direct pipe lying around his thigh, it takes both hands merely to explore all of that land. He peels off his wifebeater, giving a lick into his own active armpit, prior to running his hand over that sleek, tatted, sculpted chest, then digging deep inside, opening the horn to get much better access to this prized rod. Just like a white obelisk from the skyline, Jason hauls out that pink, thick tower, slapping to his hands with such force, it echoes throughout the room.Kicking from his shorts, spreading his thighs to receive complete access to the veritable abundance between, he utilizes his own spit as lube, shining up the rod, running his fingers up and down till almost eight inches of stone solid cock beef glistens. Bucking the shaving tendency and appearing more manly below a thick brown bush and a hot trail from beneath his navelhe plays rough with his very own meatslapping, grasping, before the mind is glistening with pre. Taking a taste of his juice, he also offers us a look like there is a lot more where that came out and really, by the size of these swollen bull chunks we dont doubt it for a second.Right-handed, left-handed, dual-fisted, massaging against the head, squeezing the centre; Jacob is like an encyclopedia of the way to operate a massive cock every manner possible before switching, showing off the broad, powerful, inked back and those powerhouse glutes as he airfucks the pillow like a jet engine building up the strain off for lift. What is about to take flight is a significant load of sperm. Each muscle flexes as he fists that pole with frenzied intensity. With eyes rolling back and one last growl of pleasure escaping from his lips, he empties his balls giving his cock a last smack, admits his swimmers have securely deplaned. |
