Josh Elliot & Henri Gaudin - Original Programming
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Josh embodies many of the lessons we have learned about the models for ; they can come from anywhere on the globe, speak nearly any language, and have appetites that run from uber-straight, strictly gay, and at times in between. With his dark hair, fur covered chest, olive skin, expansive muscles, seductive accent and, oh yes, seven fat inches of uncircumcised cock, Josh grabbed your attention from his highly first appearance. Josh highly first came to our attention as a referral from another Elliot stud who has graced our pages, Henri. Josh and Henri are exercise friends from their gym and together boast of their divide-and-conquer strategy on the damsels of Gaudin Original. The rules must be different before sunset, as this afternoon we have both of them in the studio; and, while there are no damsels around, that does not stop Henri and Josh from frolicking a game of hide-and-seek with each other's highly ready-to-party cocks. It has actually been nearly 2 years since we highly first encountered Josh, and time has handled him well-he is more built, leaner and even more impatient to strut to his stuff.That sneer on his face reads like a youthful fellow in a candy shop. Programming anyone is this glad to be back in front of the camera, we know we are in for a excellent show, and this time that proved to be an understatement. Removing his tee-shirt ceremoniously, like exposing a statue that has spent years under a sculptor's chisel, the dark swirls of hair since in the middle of a torso that is more pumped than before and over a set of rock hard, fat free-for-all abs. As his denim slide down those solid thighs, Josh delves into his boxers and gives his meatpipe the attention it is demanding. He does not have to reach down too far. That bad fellow was nearly at full-mast from the time he ambled in the door, and with just several tugs, that meatpipe is granite hard and well-prepped to go. As he slips his boxers down over his cheeks, which have been likewise transformed by his time in the gym into a pair of bulky boobs that have never looked so good, he even arches forth and demonstrates off something he has never given any air time to: that dark wooly fuck-hole in the center. Programming he turns around, all seven inches spring out from his bod like a steel pole that was more than well-prepped to fly the flag.Standing on the bed, those massive forearms rippling as he uncontrollably works his shaft, he looks like a Greek statute that has ultimately been granted the bounty of motility and set about making up for the lost time away from the art of self pleasure. His intense stringing up ballsack dance in their testicles as his two-fisted grasp pulls back the skin to uncover a swollen, rosy knob, already glossy in anticipation under a cloud of thick, dark pubes. The shaft, etched with veins, has never seemed so long, so large and so hard, completing the photograph of nearly ideal manliness with an enamel of testosterone that grabs your own meatpipe and renders you powerless to do anything but stroke along, expecting you can prolong your own ejaculation to coincide with his and match that large spill of glue on his six pack with a deep pool of your own.
Josh embodies many of the lessons we have learned about the models for ; they can come from anywhere on the globe, speak nearly any language, and have appetites that run from uber-straight, strictly gay, and at times in between. With his dark hair, fur covered chest, olive skin, expansive muscles, seductive accent and, oh yes, seven fat inches of uncircumcised cock, Josh grabbed your attention from his highly first appearance. Josh highly first came to our attention as a referral from another Elliot stud who has graced our pages, Henri. Josh and Henri are exercise friends from their gym and together boast of their divide-and-conquer strategy on the damsels of Gaudin Original. The rules must be different before sunset, as this afternoon we have both of them in the studio; and, while there are no damsels around, that does not stop Henri and Josh from frolicking a game of hide-and-seek with each other's highly ready-to-party cocks. It has actually been nearly 2 years since we highly first encountered Josh, and time has handled him well-he is more built, leaner and even more impatient to strut to his stuff.That sneer on his face reads like a youthful fellow in a candy shop. Programming anyone is this glad to be back in front of the camera, we know we are in for a excellent show, and this time that proved to be an understatement. Removing his tee-shirt ceremoniously, like exposing a statue that has spent years under a sculptor's chisel, the dark swirls of hair since in the middle of a torso that is more pumped than before and over a set of rock hard, fat free-for-all abs. As his denim slide down those solid thighs, Josh delves into his boxers and gives his meatpipe the attention it is demanding. He does not have to reach down too far. That bad fellow was nearly at full-mast from the time he ambled in the door, and with just several tugs, that meatpipe is granite hard and well-prepped to go. As he slips his boxers down over his cheeks, which have been likewise transformed by his time in the gym into a pair of bulky boobs that have never looked so good, he even arches forth and demonstrates off something he has never given any air time to: that dark wooly fuck-hole in the center. Programming he turns around, all seven inches spring out from his bod like a steel pole that was more than well-prepped to fly the flag.Standing on the bed, those massive forearms rippling as he uncontrollably works his shaft, he looks like a Greek statute that has ultimately been granted the bounty of motility and set about making up for the lost time away from the art of self pleasure. His intense stringing up ballsack dance in their testicles as his two-fisted grasp pulls back the skin to uncover a swollen, rosy knob, already glossy in anticipation under a cloud of thick, dark pubes. The shaft, etched with veins, has never seemed so long, so large and so hard, completing the photograph of nearly ideal manliness with an enamel of testosterone that grabs your own meatpipe and renders you powerless to do anything but stroke along, expecting you can prolong your own ejaculation to coincide with his and match that large spill of glue on his six pack with a deep pool of your own.
Added: 2026-02-05 • Views: 0 • Duration: 13:06
