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It messed up spiky hair which makes it easy to envision thirty-year-old Donovan a few years earlier as a beer-guzzling frat rat, dimpled chin and is not only the preppy button-down shirt. This cocky Casanova still has the demeanor of a university guy who hit the x-rated book store a whole lot more often than the library, and that is as ready to hump anything that moves as he was. The phrase if it feels good, do it might happen to be coined by Donovan, but it definitely is personified by him. We know in short order something that feels good to him is riding his own finger whether he’s jacking off or eating pussy, and he also understands what it is like to be on the receiving end of something decidedly bigger than one of his own digits. Equally as a bottom and as a shirt is no stranger to backdoor actions although it is he loves. And in short order, as soon as we see that thick throbber, we instantly know why.Licking his lips and massaging his crotch, ” Donovan begins an impromptu rendition of Sexual Animal House by getting rid of his shirt, then peeling off his gray wifebeater, and revealing a hair-covered torso that is only as manly because grin is boyish. As Donovan pushes the nips in the middle of that furry manscape, it is apparent that as far as he enjoys that big fat dick of his during his daily stroke sessions he doesn’t just masturbate together with his cock, but uses his whole body as a pleasure extension to the magical wand in his pants. A loud moan escapes his lips that packed bulge in his shorts flows from the fly and as his jeans open. His jeans slide down his powerful legs and as he turns around, a tat in the center’s ink is a life-sized drawing of the rear bone underneath. But if he turns out, it´s completely exposed man-bone that ignites the focus, leaving an image as indelible.His moans are deep and loud as we follow the dark trail of hair over his pecs, across his stomach, and into this lush chestnut-colored garden atop that tree trunk of some tough cock beneath. Rock tender pink, crisscrossed with veins, and also wearing a helmet head, his penis climbs. He moans the loudest when he squeezes his penis head against those buttocks cheeks, although his fingers more than once explore the tender flesh of his hole. As the short sensation pushes him over the 15, that is his button. Grabbing his balls with his shaft and one hand with the other he fires off a thick load. Like the college kid trapped in a man´s body he is, his Sexual Peter Pan rubs the jizz into his hairy belly, demonstrating you can take the man out of their frat house, but you can´t shoot each the frat house out of the man. StreamTape |
