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Added: March 26, 2020 |
Category: Bi & Gay
There was a man like Jay in each school: the lanky little punk using all the denim and ink coat, and what he lacked in size, he made up for with attitude. Then one day, you’re alongside him in the urinal and after your eyes watched those nine, thick, meaty inches dangling from his jeans, you wished to drop on your kneesand even when you choked to death something that huge, you’d have felt your life was complete.He stripped out of his shirt and shucked off his wife beater like a man who couldn’t wait to get nude. His white frame was adorned at the center with a rather content route pointing to a bulge in his pants that said as he was, his penis was ready for action with a batch of hair and tats. He arranges and rearranges that meat, reaching revealing a bloated set of balls, a thick brown eyebrow and a prick that even while tender was a men discounted erections. . .and proved just getting to the fantastic part.Soon all eight inches are standing and appearing even sexier on his slender frame. Skinny Jay strokes on a rod broad and so long, it feels like hes fisting a flesh thermos instead of his penis. Maybe its the confidence in understanding how well hung he is, but its even hotter seeing him perform his meat under a totally untrimmed bush; when you are hung this big, you dont have to shave your pubes to try and make your cock look bigger. Jay comes in the long run, our punk gets spunked, and we have a feeling that he just might inspire one to do exactly the same. |
