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Added: September 15, 2018 |
Category: Bi & Gay
Weve all seen those blue collar men. . .the mechanic in the coveralls, the motorist at tight, faded jeans at the vehicle stop, the shipping man in uniform that looked sort of skinny, kind of scruffy, but had been packing a basket you left your cock hard in spite of yourself and made it impossible to take the eye off the prize. We’re in California when we met the person for the apartment building next door and even from throughout the road, Jack, you could see his dick swinging in his work pants. A few beers and a few Ben Franklins we met him up. He has broken up with his girlfriendwas prepared to let out dick in addition to his internal porn star. He starts massaging his body pulling up that shirt to show his chest and nipples. He began to look like a beach boy when he got down to his boxers but when he hauled his pair of bloated, furry low hangers, everything from the floor up was man sized. He traced the outline of that cock through his boxers, revealing long it had been, making a bulge that was huge. He has us squirming inside our very own shorts, dying to see what was inside when he sent all eight inches out the fly just like a tree trunks growing off the side of this mountain. A little happy trail on this tummy led the way into a bush that was untrimmed that was natural. . .when you’re hung like Jack, you dont need to cut back the grass to show off the true estate. . .even a blind person could tell he is enormous with a set of oversized babymakers that sway in their sack including a few balling balls looking for a home that is larger. |
2018-09-15
