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Having just turned 18 two weeks ago, Tibo abandoned Tennessee just like a bat out of hell came to examine his abilities as a D.J. in on the South Beach club scene. Since we did not have a twist table at the studiowe had him spin something different. What shook loose from that new from the plantation cutie were his inner porn star along with a large load, both of which had clearly been pent up for way too long. Naturally blonde and pale, the Miami rays turned his skin fiery red but the true fire he couldn’t hesitate to put out was the one in his pants.Soon because he starts to unbutton his shirt, but all thoughts of a guy who only ran away vanish and are replaced with a certain man who exposes that handsome smooth torso like a whole player fingers the chassis of his newly delivered Ferrari. He works out that belt inch by inch before throwing it aside as a mere obstruction of what he understands you would like you see. Since he immediately drops the waistband of the now exposed shorts only fast enough to receive a glance at the dark blonde man, he reminds you he is firmly in control of the screen. If this bugle, visible from across the room in his dark boxers is some hint, what Tibo must show off is definitely guy sized and prepared to party!All good things come to people who wait and those shorts are history, revealing that today throbbing uncut penis long enough for the head to strike his apartment abs above his navel with its foreskin intact. His cock is only like the man himself: slim, aerodynamic and using its spear shape at the very top, designed for simple entry to whatever hole he chooses. Having a heavy hanging sofa which would be more at home on a guy double his size, the vista of these bull balls along with his twitching cock dancing on top is you to be committed to memory forever as was the website of that completely untouched ass as he grinds around the pillow. But when Tibo bent over and spread his lips, giving the first glimpse of his pit on camera or away, we couldn’t hold back a lot longer, and fortunately, neither could he. The initial blast landed on the pillow up over his mind with others hanging in heavy globs of the hands. His red face today an even deeper shade of red, the heaviness of the load left him, and us, breathless! |
