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We had the gear packaged, the suitcases zipped and were just about to leave the apartment we rented in California when Brad knocked in the door. This 63, 175-pound serving of right man has excellent looks, a simple but very sexy manner, and just two of the very kissable, tender, pouty lips we have seen in quite some time. With the solid framework of a stud who was blessed with the most desirable end of the gene pool, even one knowing gaze out of these enormous brown eyes, and it feels like you’re checking in Dean Cains naughtier tiny brother. But the bulge that is packed into those jeans says that our Brad also qualifies as called a Man of Steel. While unwrapping the package is half the fun, in less then 30 seconds, Brad gets his shirt off, his trousers open and that 7 at full mast and pointing to the ceiling. Brad is soon lost in a Zen-like nonchalance, as if jacking off in front of us was the most ordinary thing in the world.His hand clings to his penis and also steadily strokes that shaft with slow purposeful strokes: Brad is clearly in no hurry, and looks like he is a guy enjoying his favourite hobby and happy to have along for the ride. As amazing as his penis is, his balls really are nothing short of stunning. Instead of the two orbs of a mere mortal, each one of Brads oversize nuts appears like a planet in its own right with a low hanging bag to maintain them into a parallel world. From the moans of pleasure from those succulent lips, into the occasional wink from these piercing eyes, then it’s difficult to tell who is getting a better time, him performing the deed or people watching: we decide to call it a draw! The vein on the underside of that shaft gets deeply conspicuous as Brad spreads his thighs to allow those swollen balls the area to create their journey up as the precum begins to flow from the suggestion. Still as composed and relaxed as ever, his dick adds a excellent inch-plus since he starts to use his very own juice for lube and polishes his knob until the mind is glistening. With one hand stretched out to maintain him sliding off the sofa, he starts fisting double-time until a thick, white frothy load covers his hands, his shaft, then begins to form a puddle onto his thick, dim bush. Fee for shifting our return bookings, $200two chambers in the airport hotel for the night, $363.50, the charge to picture a extra handsome, hung, sexy breeder before we abandoned the west coast: Priceless! See you next week! |
