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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