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LaChine and team go for absolute broke and end up being as much a part of the joy as the actual fucking. As far as rewards go, a chunky, silver spray-painted faux-cock that's studded with gewgaws may not be worth coveting. But the notoriety that comes along with being crowned starlet plower is another matter. Four pornography stars are paired with a counterpart. Here is where the "Dancing with the Stars" tie-in doesn't quite work. It's never clear just who is supposed to be the seasoned "dancer" and who is the celeb brought in for ratings. In the end, does it indeed matter? The introductory antics in pornography comedies, here hosted by the lovely LaChine, is something I usually get promptly bored with. Not here. The 3 judges: director Chi Chi LaRue, gossip columnist Billy Masters, and jack-of-all-trades Bruce Vilanch, seemed to entirely go along with the conceit of an on-air talent competition, and tho the jabs and jibes were all too scripted, their execution of the scripted remarks went over well. The highly first of the contestants is the darling Kevin Brown, a lad whose aw-shucks sweetness seems entirely too veritable to be a put-on. And like the other hopefuls who follow, Kevin does a inviting strip-tease for the judges before the real spectacle gets underway. After jiggling his money-maker in their faces (nearly putting Vilanch into coronary arrest) Kevin makes his way to a purrfectly concentric bed onstage. Putting me in mind of a circus ring, it seemed the brilliant place to be if you're gonna be scored on how well you perform in the sack. And was there ever a more cunning showcase than Kevin ass-up on a circular bed? He's joined by his partner, Zackary Pierce, who treats our dude to a soft rubdown before rolling him over and latching onto his prick. Kevin loses several points for eye contact (at times he transports himself right out of the sequence by keeping his eyes clipped shut or throwing a mitt over his brow) but compensates with a molten 69. And this pup never loses his wood when Zackary ravages him on his back, gloriously flashing his one-of-a-kind sunburst tattoo. Moments after Kevin blows his load, he showcases up before the judge's panel in a elementary milky terrycloth robe, the sound of canned applause sparkling underneath, an superb chance for Bruce Vilanch to get off several witty zingers. The groundwork is laid for several running gags, the evaluation of each successive models' spectacle is always the same dizzy-headed repeat of several meaningless phrases and the judges always give the exact same scores. With each successive film I watch Manuel Torres in, I become more and more unglued. A unshaved fireplug with a penchant for spit-soaked pig sex, his heavy-handed bump-and-grind routine made me blush. observing him tease his own foreskin, all I could think about was nuzzling his stripper pole. Derrick Hanson gets a healthy whiff of Manuel's ass and several deep gargles on Manny's fuck-hole when Manuel sits on his face. The rimming's mutual and by the time these 2 are completed degustating each other, they're glistening with sweat. Derrick should get a reward just for withstanding Manuel's full-on fuck. The money-shot that closes this vignette, Manuel standing over Derrick's shoulder and shooting rivulets of spunk over one flexing pec, is breathtaking. But of all the participants cornholing for the grand title, I was most jealous of Luca DiCorso. I'd have to bow out on this one, as I'd surely fail to be fair and impartial judging Arpad Miklos. Arpad brings out the highly best in Luca, embarking with a spunky roll around the bed, spiked with deep kisses. observing Luca peel off Arpad deliciously tight undies, letting out his pulsating uncircumcised masterpiece? Heaven, sheer heaven. Things only escalate from there. For most of the time they spend together, performing for the judges, Luca is curled up onto his shoulder blades, Arpad's XXL tongue up his violate or his hatch sucking the life from his dick. leave behind the studded faux-cock -- this is the real prize! Arpad's prick sunk deep took some getting used to but once Luca found his rhythm, he's a shoo-in for highly first place, due in no diminutive part to his sequence partner. The last competitor, Derrick Vinyard, is a prime chunk of beef. Coco makes it clear before Derrick even showcases up that he's secured her vote. Of the go-go performances, he gets the gold starlet for sheer hookup attraction and heartiest wood, despite his overdone facial expressions, à la Billy Idol. His partner, Jamie Donovan, is a slim twinkie I hadn't seen before. Jamie gets engaged sucking Derrick, and nearly seems surprised when Derrick pulls him up for an strenuous foreplay session. The anilingus Derrick receives is identically intense. He makes the most of the moment, pulling the tops of his hips into his chest, fully revealing his chute for service. Not surprisingly, Derrick tops his thinner, younger-looking buddy. And no Derrick appearance would be accomplish sans his trademark litany of dirty-talk. Each time I watch Derrick on a cast roster, I tell myself I'm not going to dissolve when he begins cooing like a drunken frat-boy with his stiffy sunk deep inside some hole. But each time, I dissolve nonetheless.
LaChine and team go for absolute broke and end up being as much a part of the joy as the actual fucking. As far as rewards go, a chunky, silver spray-painted faux-cock that's studded with gewgaws may not be worth coveting. But the notoriety that comes along with being crowned starlet plower is another matter. Four pornography stars are paired with a counterpart. Here is where the "Dancing with the Stars" tie-in doesn't quite work. It's never clear just who is supposed to be the seasoned "dancer" and who is the celeb brought in for ratings. In the end, does it indeed matter? The introductory antics in pornography comedies, here hosted by the lovely LaChine, is something I usually get promptly bored with. Not here. The 3 judges: director Chi Chi LaRue, gossip columnist Billy Masters, and jack-of-all-trades Bruce Vilanch, seemed to entirely go along with the conceit of an on-air talent competition, and tho the jabs and jibes were all too scripted, their execution of the scripted remarks went over well. The highly first of the contestants is the darling Kevin Brown, a lad whose aw-shucks sweetness seems entirely too veritable to be a put-on. And like the other hopefuls who follow, Kevin does a inviting strip-tease for the judges before the real spectacle gets underway. After jiggling his money-maker in their faces (nearly putting Vilanch into coronary arrest) Kevin makes his way to a purrfectly concentric bed onstage. Putting me in mind of a circus ring, it seemed the brilliant place to be if you're gonna be scored on how well you perform in the sack. And was there ever a more cunning showcase than Kevin ass-up on a circular bed? He's joined by his partner, Zackary Pierce, who treats our dude to a soft rubdown before rolling him over and latching onto his prick. Kevin loses several points for eye contact (at times he transports himself right out of the sequence by keeping his eyes clipped shut or throwing a mitt over his brow) but compensates with a molten 69. And this pup never loses his wood when Zackary ravages him on his back, gloriously flashing his one-of-a-kind sunburst tattoo. Moments after Kevin blows his load, he showcases up before the judge's panel in a elementary milky terrycloth robe, the sound of canned applause sparkling underneath, an superb chance for Bruce Vilanch to get off several witty zingers. The groundwork is laid for several running gags, the evaluation of each successive models' spectacle is always the same dizzy-headed repeat of several meaningless phrases and the judges always give the exact same scores. With each successive film I watch Manuel Torres in, I become more and more unglued. A unshaved fireplug with a penchant for spit-soaked pig sex, his heavy-handed bump-and-grind routine made me blush. observing him tease his own foreskin, all I could think about was nuzzling his stripper pole. Derrick Hanson gets a healthy whiff of Manuel's ass and several deep gargles on Manny's fuck-hole when Manuel sits on his face. The rimming's mutual and by the time these 2 are completed degustating each other, they're glistening with sweat. Derrick should get a reward just for withstanding Manuel's full-on fuck. The money-shot that closes this vignette, Manuel standing over Derrick's shoulder and shooting rivulets of spunk over one flexing pec, is breathtaking. But of all the participants cornholing for the grand title, I was most jealous of Luca DiCorso. I'd have to bow out on this one, as I'd surely fail to be fair and impartial judging Arpad Miklos. Arpad brings out the highly best in Luca, embarking with a spunky roll around the bed, spiked with deep kisses. observing Luca peel off Arpad deliciously tight undies, letting out his pulsating uncircumcised masterpiece? Heaven, sheer heaven. Things only escalate from there. For most of the time they spend together, performing for the judges, Luca is curled up onto his shoulder blades, Arpad's XXL tongue up his violate or his hatch sucking the life from his dick. leave behind the studded faux-cock -- this is the real prize! Arpad's prick sunk deep took some getting used to but once Luca found his rhythm, he's a shoo-in for highly first place, due in no diminutive part to his sequence partner. The last competitor, Derrick Vinyard, is a prime chunk of beef. Coco makes it clear before Derrick even showcases up that he's secured her vote. Of the go-go performances, he gets the gold starlet for sheer hookup attraction and heartiest wood, despite his overdone facial expressions, à la Billy Idol. His partner, Jamie Donovan, is a slim twinkie I hadn't seen before. Jamie gets engaged sucking Derrick, and nearly seems surprised when Derrick pulls him up for an strenuous foreplay session. The anilingus Derrick receives is identically intense. He makes the most of the moment, pulling the tops of his hips into his chest, fully revealing his chute for service. Not surprisingly, Derrick tops his thinner, younger-looking buddy. And no Derrick appearance would be accomplish sans his trademark litany of dirty-talk. Each time I watch Derrick on a cast roster, I tell myself I'm not going to dissolve when he begins cooing like a drunken frat-boy with his stiffy sunk deep inside some hole. But each time, I dissolve nonetheless.
Added: 2022-01-26 • Views: 20 • Duration: 1:53:16
Categories: Anal, Blowjob, Full Movie, Cumshot, Facial, Hairy, Hunks, Kissing, Massage, Muscles, Old and Young, Old Man, Rimming, Rough, Small Cocks, Studs, Tattoos, Toys, Twinks, Uncut • Models: Arpad Miklos, Zackary Pierce, Luca DiCorso, Derrick Hanson, Manuel Torres, Derrick Vinyard, Jamie Donovan, Kevin Brown, Billy Masters, Bruce Vilanch, Chi Chi LaRue
