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A GOOFY HOT MOMENT…
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Super sexy exclusives Ryan Rose and Shawn Wolfe lie naked, making out on a fur rug. Their limber bodies press together. Ryan is smooth, Shawn furry. They slowly savor each other with a sniff here, a lick there, until Ryan leans overs to inhale Shawn’s dripping cock. The chemistry between them is electrifying. Shawn grabs Ryan’s hair and pulls him into another kiss, sucking the cock juice off his tongue. Then he rolls onto his knees and envelops Ryan’s meat with his mouth. Next, Shawn needs to taste Ryan’s ass. The driving tongue in Ryan’s hole sends his face crashing into the rug, which Ryan grips with tight fists, on the verge of ecstasy. Shawn’s furry buns, two tight handfuls, sway in anticipation of his swollen thick cock disappearing into Ryan’s crack. The slapping of flesh against flesh is like applause. The cords in Shawn’s neck stand out as he breaks into a sweat. Then in the blink of an eye and the heat of the moment, Ryan flips onto his back, and Shawn’s hole slides onto Ryan’s rock-hard cock. Shawn rides intensely until they separate on the edge of orgasm. Ryan aims his load into Shawn’s open mouth as cascades of spooge pour forth from Shawn’s hard on.
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Buck Naked – Shawn Wolfe -amp; Ryan Rose
The writhing mass of muscle and ink, part black, part white, is Race Cooper and Seven Dixon. They’re joined at the tongue. Race is smooth and Seven isn’t, but their desires are identical. Their enormous cocks fight for supremacy, slapping against each other, making audible smacking sounds. Seven swallows Race’s cock and Race makes his tongue disappear in Seven’s hole, which is pink and ringed with hair. Pulling his face away from Seven’s muscular bubble butt, Race rams his cock full-bore into Seven’s hole. The impact makes the furniture shake, but Seven’s hard glutes barely ripple. Both studs’ groans rise in an erotic symphony and their muscles glisten with sweat. When Seven shouts that he’s coming, Race bends him over backwards, crooks an elbow around his neck, grabs Seven’s cock and jacks until streams of jism pour forth, coating his thighs. Then Race shoots his own creamy load across Seven’s backside.
