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Jack’s smooth, walnut-colored skin shines while he works his nipples like an expert at pushing his buttons. It is the gleaming buckle with that bulge beneath that steals attention. He doesn’t rub his crotch when he reaches down for his meat, but rather a piece of growing real estate that is about a quarter inch below his knee. Jack has dark hair, a devilish smile and tall, thin East L.A.-type of man that you don’t want to mess with. Unzip his shorts and the meat beneath makes Jack’s boxers squirm like you’ve just opened a tub of A’Pop N-FreshA biscuits. The heavy, hanging flesh in his shorts causes JackA to play with it until the meat becomes a thick, uncut, 6A’+ piece of sausage. The smile is that of a man who is confident in his ability to bring you the best. He also has two pillows on his lips which would make the ideal bed for either your cock or yourself. He had a look that said “watch thisA” in his eyes. He spread his legs and began to rub his head on his cock’s head. This must have been his secret spot. His cock instantly looked rock-hard, throbbing and dripping. The cock moves back and forth, like a tree trunk caught up in gale winds. Before he bends over to show off his crotch, he sways. He jerks the meat from his other hand, his long finger gently teasing his hole. The thick, stuffed cock of his is almost touching the ground below. He flops over onto his stomach, with his sack bulging, and the sound of his moans growing louder and more urgent, and quickly strokes off to get his double-shot load.
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