Inked buff and wrapped, his name might be Jacob Slader but after seeing the magnitude of the bulge in his shorts, Jacob´s Ladder is more like it, because something this big needs to be climbed. Grasping what seems like a pipe it takes both hands merely to explore that territory all. He peels off his wifebeater, giving a lick at his own armpit that is active, before running his hands over this tatted, sculpted torso digging deep inside, opening the zipper to get use of this prized pole. Just like a white obelisk in the skyline, Jason hauls out that pink, thick tower, slapping to his hands with such force, it echoes across the room.Kicking out of his shorts, then spreading his thighs to receive whole access into the veritable prosperity in between, he utilizes his own spit as lube, and shining up the rod, running his hands up and down till nearly eight inches of stone solid cock meat glistens. Bucking the shaving trend and looking more manly below a thick bush plus a trail from under his navel, he plays rough with his meat ; slapping, grasping, before the head is glistening with preexisting. Taking a taste of his own juice, he also gives us a look like there is plenty more where that came from and really, by the magnitude of those swollen bull chunks, we don´t doubt it for a second.Right-handed, left handed, dual-fisted, rubbing against the head, squeezing the center; Jacob is similar to an encyclopedia of how to work a massive cock every manner possible before turning over, showing off the broad, strong, meaty back and these powerhouse glutes because he airfucks the cushion just like a jet engine building up the pressure off for lift. What is about to take flight is a significant load of sperm. Because he fists that pole with frenzied strength, every muscle flexes. With eyes rolling back and a final growl of delight escaping from his lips, he admits his swimmers have deplaned giving his cock one last slap, empties his balls.