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.
CLAYTON AND GAVIN FLIP-FUCK
Clayton and his buddy Gavin are just relaxing indoors on a rainy afternoon. Gavin, who has trained for years in martial arts, decides to show Clayton some specialty moves for self-defense. After being tossed to the floor one too many times, Clayton suggets Gavin do something else while they're both lying there on the rug. Gavin takes Clayton's cock into his mouth with ease, sucking like he's had training in that art as well! After slurping Clayton to rigid rock hardness, Gavin takes a break on the ottoman. Clayton returns the favor, and deep-throats all of Gavin's ample tool. Clayton, having sucked Gavin's dick into a throbbing, ready rocket, decides it's time for more maneuvers. Clayton bends over his fuckbench, grasping firmly to the end of the bedpost as Gavin slides inside him. Gavin's girth is very nearly too much for Clayton to take. Screaming out, Clayton finally centers himself by chomping his teeth into the footboard! Clayton bends over onto the ottoman, holding on, as Gavin plows into his tight ass. Exasperated, Clayton says he can't take it anymore. Gavin follows to the bedside, re-entering Clayton as soon as he's laid down. With the merciless pounding showing no sign of an end, Clayton takes matters into his own hands. Now, with Gavin on his back, Clayton slowly pushes his cock inside him, saying, "It's a good pain". Crying out for more, Gavin grabs at his own manmeat with fierce intensity. Gavin's angry purple head shoots his seed, squirting it all over his chest. Clayton brings his engorged cock up to Gavin's face. As Gavin whispers, "Cum on my face", Clayton spills dollops of creamy goodness onto Gavin's cheek. Clayton pauses for a moment, to catch his breath. Gavin smiles. With cum still dripping toward his chin, he says, "Still wanna learn Karate?"
CASTING COUCH – BROCK LANDON
Brock is hot! One hundred percent beefy man meat; he's built like a brick shithouse, and covered in a thick coat of sumptuously dark fur. From his delightfully dimpled, picture perfect smile to his pulsing purple-headed slamdragon, Brock Landon is the real deal. Candid and refreshingly honest in his initial interview, Brock says he's straight, "at least as far as he knows!" Brock admits to experimenting with strangers for money, and claims that porn is an avenue he's always been curious about. He doesn't even flinch when I mention that we'll be filming gay porn with him all week. In fact, this straight guy's ease concerning his sexuality makes him even more alluring. At my insistence, he takes off his shirt to display his lush matting of chest hair. He pets his pelt affectionately, and remarks that before I asked him to grow it out, he'd been shaving it for years. Basking in his newly adorned furry-bear confidence, Brock settles in for the duration. He pushes against his cock, still lying dormant inside his bluejeans. A few strokes against the denim later, and a bulge begins to appear beneath his groping hand. Brock unzips his jeans and rubs his growing fleshmonster through his boxer briefs. He quickly pulls down his shorts to reveal his blushing cockprize, fattened, and gooey tipped. He spits into his hand, and aggressively grabbing his dick, yanks against his taut shaft. Brock straddles the sofa now, and bent over the cushions, displays his muscular, hairy ass. He plies gently at his assmouth, tenderly prodding his virgin hole. He spreads his cheeks, pushing his meaty bits right up at me. Suddenly, he turns, and laying down across the ottoman, begins smacking his pleasure shaft against his rigid stomach muscles. I can tell by the shallowness of his labored gasping that he's close to the finish line. He digs into his asshole with his fingers as he pulls his cum filled cock aggressively toward his thigh. Closing his eyes, he spurts onto his stomach in gushing spasms of liquid heaven. Dollop after thick, glistening dollop, coats his furry muscle-laden torso. Brock smears his man cooze into his hair covered chest. Dragging his fingers through the creamy jizz frosting, he tastes himself not once, but twice! Smiling to the camera when asked how that felt, Brock answers, "Good. Really Good". My thoughts exactly.
ROMAN RIVERS FUCKS EZRA
Roman Rivers sits down on my couch to get comfortable with Ezra, and is happily distracted by the boy's innocent charm. They discuss sports, working out, and training for a bit. But the obvious heat of their mutual attraction drowns out their otherwise awkward conversation. I suspect that Ezra's lithe body would melt like golden, rich honey in Roman's massive bear paws. I quickly realize that I'm not the only one with my thoughts elsewhere as their animalistic urges overtake them. A simple invitation to measure Roman's chest and biceps lands Ezra down on his knees, gobbling up Roman's cock feast. Roman grabs a fistful of Ezra's blond locks to better fuck Ezra's face. A little dizzy now, Roman reclines on the sofa, lingering in the throat throttling Ezra dishes out.Pushing Roman's legs up into the air, Ezra hungrily dives face first into Roman's ass. Roman readily yanks on his engorged rod as Ezra's tongue dives deeper into his ever-widening hole. Roman can't contain himself even a moment longer. His thick, fattened joystick is ready to ride. He tosses Ezra over the fuckbench and plows into his honeypot. Ezra easily takes to Roman's pounding, furiously abusing his own meatstick. Roman slams into Ezra, both hands planted firmly on the boy's waist. Ezra holds on, taking all of Roman into his sexwell, as deeply as he can. Roman throws Ezra's slim frame around the bedroom, thrusting Ezra into the footboard. Ezra holds on, riding the wave of Roman's fuck fury. Roman lands Ezra on the bed at last. With Ezra's legs thrown up over Roman's shoulders, Ezra takes each fierce stroke deeply into his supple ass. Roman pulls Ezra even closer as he digs his claws into the boy's thighs. Ezra busily grabs at his own throbbing pole. Aching and over-ripe, it spurts all over his chest as Roman thrashes into him. Roman climbs onto the bed, even more excited after Ezra's shooting display. Roman rapidly explodes into Ezra's cumsucker! Ezra licks Roman clean of every last drop of manjuice. Ezra is bathed in white-thick jizz puddles from belly to chin, and still seems to wants more as the scene ends.
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