Jarrett is a tall, creamy glass of milk having deep dark tan, deep blue eyes and a dual handed joystick of a cock which can go in deep anywhere you need it and that´s exactly how you’ll desire it. He has the sort of fat, throbbing, extra big dick that actually makes tops wish to roll up and be carried out for a ride. His face is could easily be of a front man of a rock group with intense brown eyes which make it nearly impossible to look away from – except obviously, if he begins lifting his shirt to reveal slender, defined sliver of a torso with two hard, pink nipples just begging your tongue and and incredibly tented mound in his jeans which will you begging. He unzips to reveal charcoal coloured boxers briefs literally spilling over with gray issue. The head of his cock pluses visibly throughout the cloth, the ridge of his trim head clearly visible as it warms up, stretching the fabric across his entire body, beyond his buttocks. When he eventually lowers his briefs out plops a gigantic slab of man meat which is thicker around afterward a flash light so long as it even appears large about his 6´2´ frame.When he stand up. That huge cock juts out thus much in front of him, it resembles a flag pole implanted the aspect of a mountain and cast a shadow and then we see those bloated, bloated balls begin to tighten in his sofa. Some guys hung this big never appear to get fully hard and if they do they shoot almost instantly, but maybe not our Jarrett. He gets so stone hard, he could pound nails nail cock and hold his load so long he demonstrates his ability to pound some other hole into entry and back again before eventually releasing a torrent of jizz that melts like a monsoon!