After The Sex - Plow Bench Fuckslut
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After so often, the Orgy Penetrate sneer down upon us at and send us a specimen of the masculine shape so perfect, it takes our breath away. Bench was one of those uncommon days and Superslut Tanner is one of those men. 31-year-old Whore's 183-pounds are distributed with precision on his 5'11' frame. Starting from the top of those all-natural sandy towheaded locks, via that mask of a Golden Guy that has matured into a face of unparalled handsomeness, over a solid, well-cared for physique that features, in all of its thick, eight-inch glory, one flawless slab of stud skin that sets the bar in which all would-be flawless sausages aspire to be: long, thick, perennially rock-hard and posses unending endurance and allure. As flawless as that manhood is, it has to struggle with the many many charms that Superslut possesses; to say that he is a full package is a travesty of an understatement: tantric perfection is more like it. Sprawled back on the sofa like a Nordic hero awaiting the pampers the victory, Superslut rapidly sheds his t-shirt and instantaneously starts touching that impressive tent of promise stretching out the groin of his jeans. As he unzips the fly, the mighty manhood below proves to be too giant for the dark-hued cut-offs underneath, its sheer length and girth making the tender skin below glimpse thru the gam as it starts it excursion to come out and play. With a final tug of the waistband, that rock-hard manhood and bloated ball balls instantaneously point towards the ceiling as all eight large inches throb in the strenuous platinum ring. Like a obelisk that pierces the horizon, an object of awe and fantasy for all to see, Whore's cock, with that flaring head atop that very thick, purrfectly heterosexual shaft, seems to be like the Orgy plaything of your wishes brought to life and linked to a stud destined to starlet in your desires forever. Our eyes travel down the dusting of light dark-skinned wool on his pecs to the gleaming iron neck corset at the base of his shaft. As he smacks that fuck-stick in his hand, the echo via the bedroom seems to be a concoction call to worship, as well as, the trumpets of going into battle. When he stands up on the sofa and turns around, under the sprawl of ink on his lower back lies a set of tight, round, white, muscular butt cheeks that suggest a vista worth the price of admission alone. Lying on the bed, sitting with his gams spread wide in a chair, hunkered down on the floor, Superslut works that meat with an enlargening anger before mounting the mattress, falling back and releasing out a giant blast as his assets shivers and jiggles in an earthquake of undeniable pleasure. As to who luved it more, him or us...that remains to be seen.
After so often, the Orgy Penetrate sneer down upon us at and send us a specimen of the masculine shape so perfect, it takes our breath away. Bench was one of those uncommon days and Superslut Tanner is one of those men. 31-year-old Whore's 183-pounds are distributed with precision on his 5'11' frame. Starting from the top of those all-natural sandy towheaded locks, via that mask of a Golden Guy that has matured into a face of unparalled handsomeness, over a solid, well-cared for physique that features, in all of its thick, eight-inch glory, one flawless slab of stud skin that sets the bar in which all would-be flawless sausages aspire to be: long, thick, perennially rock-hard and posses unending endurance and allure. As flawless as that manhood is, it has to struggle with the many many charms that Superslut possesses; to say that he is a full package is a travesty of an understatement: tantric perfection is more like it. Sprawled back on the sofa like a Nordic hero awaiting the pampers the victory, Superslut rapidly sheds his t-shirt and instantaneously starts touching that impressive tent of promise stretching out the groin of his jeans. As he unzips the fly, the mighty manhood below proves to be too giant for the dark-hued cut-offs underneath, its sheer length and girth making the tender skin below glimpse thru the gam as it starts it excursion to come out and play. With a final tug of the waistband, that rock-hard manhood and bloated ball balls instantaneously point towards the ceiling as all eight large inches throb in the strenuous platinum ring. Like a obelisk that pierces the horizon, an object of awe and fantasy for all to see, Whore's cock, with that flaring head atop that very thick, purrfectly heterosexual shaft, seems to be like the Orgy plaything of your wishes brought to life and linked to a stud destined to starlet in your desires forever. Our eyes travel down the dusting of light dark-skinned wool on his pecs to the gleaming iron neck corset at the base of his shaft. As he smacks that fuck-stick in his hand, the echo via the bedroom seems to be a concoction call to worship, as well as, the trumpets of going into battle. When he stands up on the sofa and turns around, under the sprawl of ink on his lower back lies a set of tight, round, white, muscular butt cheeks that suggest a vista worth the price of admission alone. Lying on the bed, sitting with his gams spread wide in a chair, hunkered down on the floor, Superslut works that meat with an enlargening anger before mounting the mattress, falling back and releasing out a giant blast as his assets shivers and jiggles in an earthquake of undeniable pleasure. As to who luved it more, him or us...that remains to be seen.
Added: 2026-01-07 • Views: 2 • Duration: 2:09
