The chrome-domed and mocha-skinned Achille is the perfect horse-hungered, ghetto fantasist: Pick the player off the street corner, take him from his women, and let him demonstrate how large his meat was…if he’d allow a man to see it. Achilles said that he was always proud to display his goods and, as you’ll see, there are a lot! Under that white T there is a slim, toned body. We were shocked to discover how low they were. You could feel their weight by grabbing the bulge and pressing down on it. First, he shows us the balls. Large eggs are hidden in his bag. They seem to be naturally smooth, and appear so large that they reach his legs farther than some menA’s cocks. He reached into his waistband and pulled it to expose a black nest. Finally, he released the meat…and it was amazing! This ten inch fudgesicle was still semi-hard, but already an 8A’ grade with a wicked curve, and a shining, leaking helmet, and it looked delicious enough to eat. He rubbed the cock using both his hands. The amount of meat that was still visible was amazing, and he was shocked at how many nuts occupied between his thighs. It was too much to close his eyes. He lies back and lets his cock stand up, weave and bob by itself. His sack grew in size and was soon as tight as his stomach. Achilles let out a low A’oh yesA’ that is so hard to hear, then he lets loose a load that even blind men could see. He is covered in his abdominals by the first blast, while the second hits right at the neck and then the third fills the middle. Ebony, Ivory have never been so beautiful!
