Inked wrapped and buff, his title might be Jacob Slader but Jacob ´ s Ladder is more like it, since something that huge has to be increased, after seeing the magnitude of the bulge in his shorts. Grasping what resembles a pipe lying across his throat, it requires both hands merely to explore that territory all. He peels off his wifebeater, giving a lick into his own busy armpit, until running his hand over that tatted, sculpted torso digging deep inside, opening the zipper to get much better access to that rod that is prized. Like a white obelisk in the skyline, Jason hauls out that pink, thick tower, slapping into his hands with such force, it echoes throughout the room.Kicking from his shorts, then spreading his legs to become full access to the veritable abundance between, he utilizes his own spit as lube, shining up the pole, running his hands up and down until almost nine inches of stone solid cock beef glistens. Bucking the trend and looking more manly under a thick rectangle plus a sexy trail from under his navel he plays rough with his beef ; slapping, grasping, until the mind is glistening with preexisting. Taking a taste of his juice, he also gives us a look at there’s a lot more where that came from and really, in the magnitude of those bloated bull balls we don´t doubt it for a second.Right-handed, left-handed, dual-fisted, rubbing against the head, squeezing the centre; Jacob is similar to an encyclopedia of the way to work a massive cock every manner possible before flipping over, displaying the wide, strong, inked back and these powerhouse glutes because he airfucks the cushion just like a jet engine building up the strain for lift off. What’s about to take flight is a major load of semen. Each muscle flexes because he fists that rod with strength. With eyes rolling back and one final growl of delight escaping from his lips, he admits his swimmers have deplaned and, giving his cock one final slap, empties his balls.