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Miguel embodies a number of the lessons we’ve learned concerning the versions such as MenOver30.com; they could come from anywhere on the globe, talk almost any language, and have appetites that run from uber-straight, purely gay, and at times in between. With his dark hair, hairy chest, olive skin, expansive muscles, seductive grin and, oh yes, seven pounds inches of hot penis, Miguel grabbed your eye from his very first look. Miguel initially came to our attention as a referral from the Brazilian stud who has graced our pages, Diego. Miguel and Diego are workout friends from their gym and together boast of the divide-and-conquer plan on the women of South Beach. The rules have to be different before sunset, since this afternoon we’ve got both of these in the studio; also, while there are no women around, that does not cease stirring and Miguel from playing a game of hide-and-seek with each others quite ready-to-party cocks. It has been nearly two decades since we met Miguel, and time has treated him wellhe is more built, leaner and much more prone to strut to his stuff.That grin in his face reads like a child in a candy shop. When anybody is this happy to be back before the camera, we know we’re in for a excellent series, and now that proved to be an understatement. Removing his top ceremoniously, like unveiling a statue which has spent decades beneath a sculptors chisel, the dark swirls of hair as in the center of a chest that is more pumped than before and over a set of rock tough, fat free stomach. As his jeans slide down those strong thighs, Miguel digs to his briefs and provides his cock the attention it is demanding. He does not have to reach down too much. That awful boy was almost at full-mast in the time that he walked into the doorway, and with merely a few tugs, that cock is granite tough and ready to go. Since he slides his briefs down over his cheeks, which have been likewise altered by his time in the gym to some pair of muscled orbs that haven’t seemed so goodhe even bends forwards and displays off something he’s never given any time to: that dark furry hole at the middle. When he ends up, seven inches spring away of his body like a steel rod which was more than ready to fly the flag.Standing on the bed, those substantial arms rippling as he furiously functions his shaft, he looks like a Greek statute that has been granted the gift of motion and set about making up for your lost time off in the artwork of self enjoyment. His heavy hanging balls dancing in their sack as his two-fisted grip pulls the skin back to show a swollen, pink knob, currently glistening in anticipation beneath a cloud of thick, dark pubes. The shaft, etched with veins, has never looked quite long, so thick and so so tough, finishing the image of almost perfect masculinity with a enamel of testosterone which grabs your cock and leaves you helpless to do anything but stroke combined, trusting you can lengthen your own climax to match his and match that thick puddle of semen onto his stomach with a deep pool of your chest. |
