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It is not just the preppy button-down shirt, dimpled chin and messed up spiked hair that makes it so easy to picture thirty-year-old Romping a decade earlier. Outside-chasing frat rat gone wild. This talkative Casanova still has the demeanor of a school fellow who hit the x-rated book supermarket much more constantly than the library, and is just as prepped to fuck-a-thon anything that moves as he ever was. The phrase 'if it perceives good, do it' might not have been coined by Pounding, but it surely is personified by him. We learn in brief order one thing that perceives fine to him is railing his own finger, whether he is jerking off or slurping pussy, and he also knows what it is like to be on the receiving end of something decidedly larger than one of his own digits. Both as a top and as a bottom, Romping is no stranger to all-male ass crevasse activity either, tho it is the eight yam-sized inches he has in front that he luvs best. And, in brief order, as briefly as we observe that yam-sized throbber, we immediately understand why. Gobbling his lips and rubbing his crotch, Romping commences an offhand rendition of 'Sexual Animal House' by exiling his shirt, peeling off his grey wifebeater, and uncovering a hair-covered chest that is just as studly as that smile is boyish. As Romping gropes the nipples in the center of that unshaved manscape, it is clear that as much as he luvs that enormous large dick of his during his daily stroke sessions, he does not just wank with his cock, but uses his entire body as a sheer pleasure extension to the magic vibrator in his pants. A noisy groan escapes his lips as he opens his jeans and that crammed full salute in his cutoffs escapes out of the fly. As he turns around and his jeans glide down his strong, meaty legs, the dark ink of a tattoo in the center is a life-sized drawing of the back dinky underneath. But when he turns around, it's his entirely unveiled man-bone that steals the focus, leaving an pic just as indelible. His moans are deep and noisy as we go after the dark trail of hair over his pecs, via his stomach, and to that plump chestnut-colored garden atop that tree dinky of a stiff cock below. Rock hard, mild pink, crisscrossed with veins, and sporting a flaring helmet head, his cock rises out from his body like an obelisk of manliness that is clearly the center of that man's universe. His fingers more than once inspect the mild skin of his hole, but he moans the loudest when he gropes his cockhead against those thirsty ass lips. That is his magic button as the brief elation alone pushes him over the edge. Grasping his balls with one forearm and his fuckpole with the other, he fires off a deliciously yam-sized load onto his stomach. Like the school stud pent up in a man's body that he is, our Sexual Peter Pan gropes the cum into his unshaved stomach, proving you can take the fellow out of the frat house, but you can't take all of the frat Mansion out of the guy.
It is not just the preppy button-down shirt, dimpled chin and messed up spiked hair that makes it so easy to picture thirty-year-old Romping a decade earlier. Outside-chasing frat rat gone wild. This talkative Casanova still has the demeanor of a school fellow who hit the x-rated book supermarket much more constantly than the library, and is just as prepped to fuck-a-thon anything that moves as he ever was. The phrase 'if it perceives good, do it' might not have been coined by Pounding, but it surely is personified by him. We learn in brief order one thing that perceives fine to him is railing his own finger, whether he is jerking off or slurping pussy, and he also knows what it is like to be on the receiving end of something decidedly larger than one of his own digits. Both as a top and as a bottom, Romping is no stranger to all-male ass crevasse activity either, tho it is the eight yam-sized inches he has in front that he luvs best. And, in brief order, as briefly as we observe that yam-sized throbber, we immediately understand why. Gobbling his lips and rubbing his crotch, Romping commences an offhand rendition of 'Sexual Animal House' by exiling his shirt, peeling off his grey wifebeater, and uncovering a hair-covered chest that is just as studly as that smile is boyish. As Romping gropes the nipples in the center of that unshaved manscape, it is clear that as much as he luvs that enormous large dick of his during his daily stroke sessions, he does not just wank with his cock, but uses his entire body as a sheer pleasure extension to the magic vibrator in his pants. A noisy groan escapes his lips as he opens his jeans and that crammed full salute in his cutoffs escapes out of the fly. As he turns around and his jeans glide down his strong, meaty legs, the dark ink of a tattoo in the center is a life-sized drawing of the back dinky underneath. But when he turns around, it's his entirely unveiled man-bone that steals the focus, leaving an pic just as indelible. His moans are deep and noisy as we go after the dark trail of hair over his pecs, via his stomach, and to that plump chestnut-colored garden atop that tree dinky of a stiff cock below. Rock hard, mild pink, crisscrossed with veins, and sporting a flaring helmet head, his cock rises out from his body like an obelisk of manliness that is clearly the center of that man's universe. His fingers more than once inspect the mild skin of his hole, but he moans the loudest when he gropes his cockhead against those thirsty ass lips. That is his magic button as the brief elation alone pushes him over the edge. Grasping his balls with one forearm and his fuckpole with the other, he fires off a deliciously yam-sized load onto his stomach. Like the school stud pent up in a man's body that he is, our Sexual Peter Pan gropes the cum into his unshaved stomach, proving you can take the fellow out of the frat house, but you can't take all of the frat Mansion out of the guy.
Added: 2026-01-25 • Views: 6 • Duration: 53:06
