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ERYK EASTMAN’S DIRTY DREAM
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Studly Eryk Eastman is one sexy bi-sexual hunk of man meat. He lives to work out, eat healthy, and keep his rocking body in tip top shape. Part of his healthy lifestyle involves a decent amount of relaxation, like a nice healthy massage. He arrives to his appointment ready for some much needed relief, and his handsome looks tickle the masseuse pink. With his pants off and his eyes closed Eryk is ready for what he thinks is going to be a nice little rub-down. He falls asleep and all of a sudden, two hung studs Max Morgan and Matty Demerit appear ready to work Eryk over. They brought their own tool of the trade with them, a huge cucumber to loosen Eryk's love hole up and get it ready for punishment. He can't tell if he is awake or just having the best dream of his life. Max and Matty choose an end and start shoving cocks and cukes in every orifice they can. Eryk squeals and wriggles to get away, but forceful hands pin him into place and there is no where he can run. Eryk caves in to his captors and gives up his perky ass as bounty. Matty is the first to grace that hairy pink hole. He bangs the living hell out of Eryk's rear entry as Max chokes him out with his enormous ten inch cock. The boys then decide to give the other side a spin and whip Eryk around so Max can have some of that sweet sweet ass too. Erky doesn't even know what is hitting him, there is cock, spit, and man-hands everywhere on him. At last the torture comes to an end, Matty blows a huge load all over Eryk's cheek while Max fishhook's his mouth wide open. Disappointed with his friend's aim, Max pitches a sopping white fastball directly onto Eryk's tonsils and creams his lips with it. All of a sudden Eryk flutters his eyes and comes back to reality. All that remains is a huge smile on his face and a mysterious stain on the side of his cheek. What a dream!
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CASTING COUCH – MATTY DEMERIT
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Matty Demerit takes a moment out of his busy schedule to slap his meat on my casting couch. This sharp dressed man about town dabbles in all forms of entertainment and "loves to perform". Matty says porn was a natural choice as he's a, "nympho with a sex drive that's insatiable". Matty complains that most women just can't match his stamina. Though he claims to be all about the ladies, he admits to sucking a guy's dick. He smiles, reflecting on the memory, saying that, "it was just different". Wearing a button-up shirt and slacks for one of his many day jobs, Matty appears slightly overdressed for my taste. But don't be fooled by the conservative duds, there's a tiger trapped under those trousers and he's ready to pounce! Matty gets to work, rubbing his cock through his banker's slacks. Taking off his shirt, he reveals the lean physique of a hungry panther, full of prowess. He unbuckles his belt, and folding down his fly, shows off his pulsing, unrestrained beast. His tiger, untamed even by underwear, throbs against his ferocious manhold. His straight-shooter is long and fattened at the head with a heavy purple tip. Matty pulls long, sweeping strokes from his base, a sensual slow motion ride to the top and back again. He stands, and turning, straddles the sofa. He bends over, displaying his perfectly smooth, shiny bottom. He deftly slips his middle finger into his ass, furiously banging his cumhole. His luscious ass spreads easily, inviting me to a closer peek of his supple asslips. Matty flops back down on the couch, riled up and ready to stroke some more cock! His pole seems to continue to grow under his methodical embrace. I lean in for a measurement, and realize he's grown to nearly eight inches in length. With an additional firm five around, Matty's meat is all the more impressive. My measuring surely has stirred the beast, as Matty's cocktip oozes with glistening spunk. He traces the gooey bits with his fingertip, continuing his slow finish. Matty warns me that the animal is loose, then shoots wild, angry arcs speeding through the air! He tags his shoulder, his chest, the sofa, and even his own face! He snarls to re-affirm his tiger's wild release. Matty is smirking now, his own jizz smearing the corner of his animal grin.
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