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Added: August 12, 2018 |
Category: Bi & Gay
Julian is a 24-year-old Italian charmer with a ripped, slender body, a killer smile, along with an oh-so-incredible face directly in the crossroads between teen dream and handsome man. The mix of olive oil, pearly whites, along with deep-brown eyes appears to exude an extreme sexuality in such an effortless way. It just grabs you by the balls and makes you want to fall to your knees and begin snacking . Whether he’s just filled with confidence in the things he brings to the table, or being completely unaware of exactly how sexy he is, then we cannot say for certain. How he was able to keep his hands off his penis till he was 16 and hold onto to his cherry before he was 19 is something else that doesn’t quite compute. But since he already has a 37-year-old ex-wife on his been that there list, once he discovered what that seven-inch pleasure stick was for, he had as many ideas of what to do on it as we did.Already shirtless by the time we begin rollingup, the more deep cuts of Julians obliques type twin ridges that move your eye round the sculpted planes of his sinewy torso right to the prize: that bulge in his trousers. He plops right down, awakens broad, and digs right into his shorts, decided to be at full mast before he unleashes the beast. And since we expect; it does not take long until that absolutely tapered, cut cock is straight straight back against his abs and these heavy-hanging balls do their joyful dance underneath. His thick, dark bush encompasses the base, and the gentle arc of his cock has the head depositing its initial drops of pre into a pool with his navel. Since he drums away, that penis does two of those items we like best… it gets more and thicker, and it shows there’s growing room left!We get a telltale view of his own furry crack because his balls swell and induce his legs apart. Julian squirms in the seat, furiously working his shaft, pausing occasionally to reach down and rub tender skin between his sofa and his hole before adapting to a double-fisted grip. His grin gives way for the first time, replaced with an sneer of appetite as his babymakers travel upward. In five quick fire blasts like a shooting machine gun at the height of the struggle, these washboard abs have been glazed with a thick coat of breeder batter. |
