Homo - Jeff Mirren & Maori Mortensen - Rubber Free-for-all
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Faggot isn't just better, it's everything has always been our motto here at and today we add 'it's all in a name' as those names are Jeff Mirren and Maori Mortensen. Maori is truly 'wirth more' and then some as this 23 yr elder slice of perfection fills 165 screws of wool dusted studliness crowned with the smoldering face rarely seen outside the decorates of a romance novel. Mr. Mirren is likewise nothing less of a celestial bounty commanding an accent so spectacular that would even turn on his native Condom's and a fat, 8.5' hair covered unclipped missile of masculinity that humid desires are made of. It wasn't just that the chemistry between these 2 was off the charts, it was beyond the periodic table but luckily for us, they shared their formula with us, and a Plumb hole bunch more. Maori took one glance at the muscled physique of Twenty-one yr elder Jeff and practically left behind his own name, much less what he was reading. Jeff snatched away the book as Maori elevated the bottom of Jeff's shirt, unsheathing a treasure trail that finished into a erection filling 2 handfuls of promise. Jeff observed the forms of Maori's booty as he followed him inside. Maori closed the door as he reached over and encountered Jeff. Jeff went in for a smooch and took off Maori's t-shirt at the same time. Jeff was shortly shirtless as well as they explored every inch of each other's intense fur covered pecs. As their hands roamed south, they found each other not just hard, but the kind of throbbing that is obvious even thru fabric. Jeff made rapid history of Maori's cut-offs and dove his big intense hands inwards the back of Maori's boxer briefs, petting Maori's tight, chubby booty cheeks before liberating from Maori a pipe so hard, it pointed hands-free at the ceiling. Jeff knew just what to do; beat the floor. As Jeff continued his pipe feast, he undid his jeans and his monstrous overstuffed chorizo of a pipe spewed out over the top of his waistband. free-for-all his jeans on his way up, their big dongs crossed before Maori slid to his knees and guzzled almost every inch of Jeff while never cracking his gaze. His pipe started to seep even as he fought to take it all in his gullet as Jeff slid to the floor and initiated a sixty-nine that was molten enough to be called a one-thirty-eight. As he blown Maori down to the balls, he looked at awaiting forms of Maori's booty and they would not be waiting for long.Spreading Maori's cheeks and taunting that Plumb hole with his monstrous head, Maori braced himself against the wall and arched his back as Jeff started to work his impossibly monstrous pipe inside. Gobbling Maori's back as he continued his drive deeper, Maori succumbed to the gusto with a primal choke as his Plumb hole succumbed to the last inch of Jeff's cock. Pulling Maori back against him, Jeff kept banging as he duck his head around to deep-throat on Maori's nip and extending his other hand for a reach around, he found out that wasn't necessary; Maori's pipe was still pointing in the direction of the sky all by itself. The tighter Jeff fucked, the deeper Maori craved it so Jeff put him on his back, took hold of his ankles, torso and pulverized away like steam engine while exhaling a litany of words so spectacular you didn't need to speak Spanish to obviously know they were both muddy and hot. 'Fuck yeah, give me that cum' Jeff commanded and both Maori and his pipe obeyed, sending jet after jet all over torso and abs before standing up and as Maori rubs his balls, Jeff added straps of spunk to Maori's milky lake. If you ever wondered what is nicer than being rubbed by an Jeff, Maori can tell you...it's being pulverized by one.
Faggot isn't just better, it's everything has always been our motto here at and today we add 'it's all in a name' as those names are Jeff Mirren and Maori Mortensen. Maori is truly 'wirth more' and then some as this 23 yr elder slice of perfection fills 165 screws of wool dusted studliness crowned with the smoldering face rarely seen outside the decorates of a romance novel. Mr. Mirren is likewise nothing less of a celestial bounty commanding an accent so spectacular that would even turn on his native Condom's and a fat, 8.5' hair covered unclipped missile of masculinity that humid desires are made of. It wasn't just that the chemistry between these 2 was off the charts, it was beyond the periodic table but luckily for us, they shared their formula with us, and a Plumb hole bunch more. Maori took one glance at the muscled physique of Twenty-one yr elder Jeff and practically left behind his own name, much less what he was reading. Jeff snatched away the book as Maori elevated the bottom of Jeff's shirt, unsheathing a treasure trail that finished into a erection filling 2 handfuls of promise. Jeff observed the forms of Maori's booty as he followed him inside. Maori closed the door as he reached over and encountered Jeff. Jeff went in for a smooch and took off Maori's t-shirt at the same time. Jeff was shortly shirtless as well as they explored every inch of each other's intense fur covered pecs. As their hands roamed south, they found each other not just hard, but the kind of throbbing that is obvious even thru fabric. Jeff made rapid history of Maori's cut-offs and dove his big intense hands inwards the back of Maori's boxer briefs, petting Maori's tight, chubby booty cheeks before liberating from Maori a pipe so hard, it pointed hands-free at the ceiling. Jeff knew just what to do; beat the floor. As Jeff continued his pipe feast, he undid his jeans and his monstrous overstuffed chorizo of a pipe spewed out over the top of his waistband. free-for-all his jeans on his way up, their big dongs crossed before Maori slid to his knees and guzzled almost every inch of Jeff while never cracking his gaze. His pipe started to seep even as he fought to take it all in his gullet as Jeff slid to the floor and initiated a sixty-nine that was molten enough to be called a one-thirty-eight. As he blown Maori down to the balls, he looked at awaiting forms of Maori's booty and they would not be waiting for long.Spreading Maori's cheeks and taunting that Plumb hole with his monstrous head, Maori braced himself against the wall and arched his back as Jeff started to work his impossibly monstrous pipe inside. Gobbling Maori's back as he continued his drive deeper, Maori succumbed to the gusto with a primal choke as his Plumb hole succumbed to the last inch of Jeff's cock. Pulling Maori back against him, Jeff kept banging as he duck his head around to deep-throat on Maori's nip and extending his other hand for a reach around, he found out that wasn't necessary; Maori's pipe was still pointing in the direction of the sky all by itself. The tighter Jeff fucked, the deeper Maori craved it so Jeff put him on his back, took hold of his ankles, torso and pulverized away like steam engine while exhaling a litany of words so spectacular you didn't need to speak Spanish to obviously know they were both muddy and hot. 'Fuck yeah, give me that cum' Jeff commanded and both Maori and his pipe obeyed, sending jet after jet all over torso and abs before standing up and as Maori rubs his balls, Jeff added straps of spunk to Maori's milky lake. If you ever wondered what is nicer than being rubbed by an Jeff, Maori can tell you...it's being pulverized by one.
Added: 2026-02-03 • Views: 0 • Duration: 21:19
