Leandro HairyDomXL & Louis Ricaute – Bareback For Tim Tales
Tim Tales unleashes a seismic Latin cock showdown this week, pitting two of their heaviest hitters—Leandro HairyDomXL’s feral dominance against Louis Ricaute’s decade-honed, hairy-chested hunger—in a bareback brawl that’s exactly as unhinged as fans demand. Forget subtlety: this is 24 minutes of sweat-slicked, vein-throbbing, mattress-breaking excess, shot through with the studio’s trademark “fuck hard and raw” energy.
Let’s reset the stakes. Louis Ricaute—the Argentine stallion who debuted eight years ago sucking off Patrick Grau’s monster cock—has aged like a fine Malbec. His chest hair’s thicker, his traps more mountainous, his libido dialed to “ravenous.” Gone’s the fresh-faced hottie; in his place stands a primal, beard-scruffed beast who sucks dick like he’s trying to extract its DNA. Leandro, meanwhile, enters his 11th Tim Tales rodeo as the studio’s reigning wrecking ball—9 uncut inches of Venezuelan fury that’s left a trail of gaping holes and shattered egos since his debut. Pair them? It’s like tossing a lit match into a lube factory.
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The scene ignites in Tim Tales’ hot living room. Louis drops to his knees before Leandro’s already-leaking cock, those infamous lips sealing around the shaft with a wet pop. What follows isn’t a blowjob—it’s a “exorcism”. Louis deepthroats with a frenzied rhythm, spit dripping down his beard as Leandro fists his hair, snarling, “Suck it, puta—own it.” The camera lingers on Leandro’s swollen, uncut head glistening in Louis’s mouth, precum smeared across his lips like war paint. Miraculously, Leandro doesn’t blow early—though his gritted teeth and trembling thighs suggest it’s a close call.
But let’s be real: nobody’s here for the foreplay. When Leandro flips Louis onto his back, hiking his legs into a brutal mating press, the room practically shakes. Leandro’s initial thrusts are vicious—no warm-up, no mercy, just a single-minded drive to bury his entire cock in Louis’s hole. Louis’s roar echoes off the walls, his hairy chest heaving as he claws at Leandro’s shoulders, shouting half-Spanish obscenities. The pace is relentless: missionary, doggy, Louis riding reverse-cowboy like a bronco—each position change just an excuse for Leandro to drill deeper, harder, meaner.
The climax? Predictably volcanic. Leandro pulls out last-second, jerking his cock with a feral growl as he blasts ropes across Louis’s face—the first shot lands on his forehead, the rest streaking his beard like cum-stripes. Louis, still shuddering from his own untouched orgasm (yes, he came hands-free), licks his lips and rasps, “Más,” like a man already addicted to the anal extremism.
This isn’t just another Tim Tales scene—it’s a masterclass in bareback. Louis, once the wide-eyed newbie, now matches Leandro’s ferocity blow-for-blow, his matured aggression a perfect foil to the Venezuelan’s untamed brutality. And Leandro? He cements his status as the studio’s hardest top, turning what could’ve been a routine fuck into a visceral, almost “violent” tango of dominance. For loyal fans, it’s a nostalgia bomb and a progression arc rolled into one. For newbies? A crash course in why Tim Tales remains the gold standard of no-frills, high-octane filth. Clear your schedule—this one demands repeat viewings.
