Dreadlocked Jack Holden wakes with a big hard-on dripping precum into his undies. He plays with it a little before popping it out of its jersey wrapper. Set free into the open air, his pole is long, thick and straight, furnished with a set of heavy low-hangers. He lazily strokes it and coaxes out dribbles of sticky juice that glisten at the head. His hips get into gear and thrust his pelvis forward with each stroke.
Jack knows his ass needs a little attention and he prods it with a lubed-up pink toy that protrudes like a stubby tail. His tatted fingers gently push the toy in to let it slide back out as he milks his cock with the other hand. His abs tense up as his whole body writhes in pleasure. His moans at Swingin’ Balls signal he’s getting close.
A big geyser of cock spurts out almost without and advance notice, splattering jack from chin to chest, to a long sticky dread that will be permeated with this essence of Holden jizz. He takes to the shower with socks still on and lets loose with a hearty piss stream that splashes his feet and the hard tile floor below.
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