Description: Seemingly frustrated by confinement, Devin's upper lip curls into a snarl and he quickly releases himself from his shirt. Hiding under said shirt lay a set of immaculate pecs and a broad sun kissed chest. Apparently his jeans were becoming too tight to bear as well. He slides his tree trunk thick thighs free and immediately spits into his hand and starts to tug a big pink dick. Completely ignoring the pair of jeans still dangling around his ankles, Devin gets to work. No mercy today for Devin's cock, or his hole for that matter. As Devin's comfort level rises, inhibitions are lost, and his fingers start to disappear. When Devin is on his back and has both hands free to concentrate on the matter at hand, he pushes closer to the edge. After a good round of manhandling his cock, spitting, snarling, and cussing Devin finally peaks and blows his thick load all the way up to his neck. Panting and smiling, the sneer gone from his lips Devin completes his task and sighs with relief.
01 Jan 14