Dreadlocked Jack wakes with a major hardon dribbling precum into his underpants. He plays with it a little before popping it out of its shirt wrapper. Set free beyond any confining influence air, his post is long, thick and straight, outfitted with a lot of overwhelming lowhangers. He sluggishly strokes it and cajoles out spills of sticky juice that flicker at the head. His hips get into rigging and push his pelvis forward with each stroke.
Jack knows his ass needs a little consideration and he pushes it with a lubed-up pink toy that juts like a thickset tail. His tatted fingers tenderly push the toy in to give it a chance to slide pull out as he drains his cock with the other hand. His abs worry as his whole body squirms in joy. His groans flag he’s drawing near.
A major spring of cock spurts out nearly without and notification ahead of time, splattering jack from jaw to chest, to a long sticky fear that will be penetrated with this pith of Holden jizz. He cleans up with socks still on and gives free with a generous piss a chance to stream that sprinkles his feet and the hard tile floor underneath.
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